Please look happy.
Please smile. Cheese!
One more, please!
Smile & I'll get you a toy.
Towards the end, we always got something usable.
But it was a pox on my house every time I saw that date on my calendar. While I was picking out Becks' last photos, he had to be nursed. Had to be! And because the Photo-Guy made me wait thirty minutes, I took delight in making him uncomfortable. A sweet nursing newborn is one thing. A large 13-month-old that doesn't like to be covered up nursing is another thing. So I whipped one out & nursed him while we flipped through bad photo after bad photo. Becks then gave me a sign that we would never be back. This sign pretty much sealed the deal on the photo place's fate. Becks bite me so hard that I got dizzy. Ever been chomped on while nursing & for a spilt second you think about slapping someone? He gave me that kind of bite & we haven't been back. I do have some guilt about not going somewhere or to someone for photos. There is something iconic about a photo of your kid in front of a fake daffodils field or sprawled out on something white & fluffy. This bite happened prior to my obsession with photography. It happened right at the beginning of the tumble. I can honestly say that even my shittiest photos turn out better than what this place did with my boys. My boys don't like to sit & smile. I created those monsters & that's fine with me. I shouldn't hold this place responsible for my creation. They do a good job just not with my kids or my sanity. And I figure that I take enough photos for us to remember our lives. I figure this until the moment a good photo is necessary. And then the guilt rears again.
The last time we were home, I noticed that most of the boys' photos were from a couple years ago during "The Studio Phase." I knew it was time to update. I asked my MIL "Do you remember any of the boys' photos that you'd like printed?" And she replied, "You pick." Ok, that can't be hard. I was dead wrong. I got to our computer & hit a wall. And that wall was made by my own two hands & two eyeballs. I like my style of photography, but not everyone appreciates it. Or is it good for framing photos for family members.
|Coop wanted him to follow & he was going to follow like a robot.|