Picture Day

Today’s Facebook status:  Family pictures at 11.  Cue circus music.

Scheduling pictures involving a 3 month old is stupid.  All of my babies have had a 60 minute time frame after waking in which they are happy and suitable for picture taking.  When you factor in drive time and the inevitable wait, that leaves you with 20 minutes until meltdown.  And that’s if you have scheduled pictures at the perfect time for your baby’s schedule.  I’m going to make my millions by opening a portrait studio for babies where you can just drop in when your baby is in a good mood.  Now don’t go stealing my idea.

Lucky for me, Colin’s schedule is easy to manipulate because after 2 am, he is usually sleeping with me and he will stay sleeping until I dare to move.  I  can, therefore, choose his wake up time and set the schedule for the rest of the day.  Using careful calculations, I decided waking between 7:30 and 8 was ideal.  I think it might be crazy that I spend this much time planning stuff, but it actually worked out and Colin woke from his morning nap in just enough time to eat and be out the door on time.  The sixty minute stopwatch started ticking.  So I might be crazy, but at least I have smiley, happy  pictures of my babies.

Things went far better than expected.  I bribed the older boys with the promise of snacks when they were done.  The baby was done with his pictures just around the critical time when he started zoning out.  The photographer complimented me on preparedness.  Hey lady, I’m no rookie.  I found out very early on that the key to a successful picture session is timing and snacks.  I have all boys, so pretty much the promise of treats is enough.  It might be more complicated with little girls.

The pictures turned out beautiful and I was done ordering and out the door in time for lunch and nap time.  All in all, a successful day.

At one point this morning, I giddily told Mark that everything was going according to plan.  He looked at me in disgust and said, ” Why would you even say that,” and promptly left to find some wood to knock on.

 

 

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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