We attempted to have photos taken for only the 2nd time ever at a studio this week. It was truly a reminder of why I NEVER take my kids for professional photos. They are very scary little people with an agenda of their own!
My sitter and husband took the kids on Tuesday. My theory was that if I was not there, they would not want to hang on me. I was just trying to get a good photo of the kids for once! We found this lady who takes photos in her home. Of course, I did not realize the place was 50 minutes from our house until the night before the photo. What the heck was I thinking? Another instance where my once perfect ability to pre-plan was completely destroyed by my rotting Mommy-brain. So, the car ride alone became a journey.
My husband calls me about 20 minutes into the appointment and I could hear the baby screaming in the background like a wild woman. She would only have her picture taken while being held by the sitter. She would not sit with the other kids alone. She was hysterical and screaming like something out of a horror movie! It was HILARIOUS....mostly, because I wasn't there and he finally got to deal with one of her little 2 year old ridiculous temper-tantrums. So, we ended up with like 5 photos of my kids AND the sitter. That would make for an interesting picture to send out to our family, ya think?
The photographer was very nice and offered for us to come back on Saturday and try a family photo in the hope that the little demon would sit still and cooperate. I am just impressed that the lady was not too freakin' frightened and actually invited us back. I mean, I personally would have just offered the photos for free in exchange for never hearing from our family again!
So, we go back on Saturday....all dressed up again, 50 minute drive, and get into the studio. The baby started off as an angel. Then, the FIREWORKS, I attempt to pry the pacifier from one of the twins' (Mackenzie) mouth. She was not having it. We finally convinced her to hold it by her side for about 2 seconds with a random suck in between flashes of the camera. Then, she just threw herself on the floor and went into full screaming demon mode. The baby followed right behind.....there was no turning back from there. Lucky for the kids, we got one photo where everyone was staring at the camera and somewhat smiling. I was prepared to take a picture of their little screaming butt's and plaster that on a freakin' card to our family. Then everyone can see what little monsters they can be! Ya know...since they are always so cute when everyone else is around.
So, we get in the van and at that moment I decided.....the pacifiers are hisssssssssstttttttttoooooorrrrrrryyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!! I told Mackenzie to enjoy the ninny (pacifier) on the way home and at nap time because when she woke up, it was going "bye, bye". She looked me dead in the face and said "no". I figured, I would ignore her because ultimately, I WAS going to win! I used the nap time to rest up knowing that the evening was going to be a complete, total b*tch of a night!
So, upon waking up, I removed the ninny from Mackenzie's jaws and she went into a hysterical fit........throwing herself on the ground, screaming like she just lost a limb, and foaming at the mouth. This went on for about 25 minutes (yes...25 minutes!) until her shirt was covered in snot and was wet from tears (ok...mostly from slobber and spit)...but from her drama, she would have you believe they were tears.
Mackenzie finally decided that life might go on and started playing with the other kids. I was even starting to think that there might be life beyond ninnies! YEAH RIGHT! Well, we had an encore performance......not once, not twice, not three times, but 4 flippin' times! Each time, she screamed and threw herself around for no less than 20 minutes. Unfreakin' believable! I just ignored her each time. I mean, I was already too deep into this mission to abort it at that point. There was no turning back now. She finally settled and went to bed. My biggest fear was that she would find some random ninny and be hiding in a corner sucking on it. But, she made it through the night. Amazingly, we went until 12noon the next day before she asked for it. This time when I told her that the ninny was gone, she just looked right at me and said "Okay".
Funny though because when I went to get the baby up from a nap, Mackenzie was eyeing her ninny like it was a million-dollar lotto prize. We decided to allow the baby to keep hers a bit longer but only at naps and nighttime. So, I started out to the living room with the baby and then realized Mackenzie was missing. I swear, I think my little ninny-junkie was back there trying to figure out how to score herself a ninny-fix! She threw one heck of a fit as I drug her little butt out to the living room. And, into another tantrum we went. So, being the good mom I am.....I decided to videotape it all so that she could see how ridiculous she looks some day! Of course, the minute I hit the record button, she stopped dead in her tracks, gave me the biggest smile and started performing. I swear, I am going tomorrow to have a video camera surgically implanted into my forehead!
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I remember when David was 2 or 3 I decided to take his "boop" from him. One afternoon I found all his toys out of his toy box (you know the little plastic Playskool one, like Mom used to have in the playroom), well he had emptied his toys in a frantic tissy trying to find his "fix" and was successful! He was sleeping in the toybox, "boop" in mouth peacefully! As you, I also recorded it for historically preservation! However, I find it hard to believe my sweet innocent Kenzie could throw such a fit!!!lol
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