One Year Photo Shoot...aka The Day I'd Like to Forget

Warning: I'm going to gripe and complain, and then throw a whole bunch of pictures at you, because I'm that mom who thinks her kid is THE cutest and you all are just dying to pour over 32 pictures of her.

 

OK, let's begin. Josh left for Utah yesterday morning at 5:50am, which means that at 4:30am myself and four sleepy children escorted him to the airport. I should have known just to stay home after that. No good day starts at 4:30 in the morning. I did eventually get everyone back to sleep by 6:30 and Samm and James got themselves up and ready for school an hour so I shouldn't complain too much. Around 10:30 I finally got a call from the Dr's office that I have been waiting for for over a week, with the news that I will in fact have to have a minor surgery, but that is a rant for another day. After that we met some friends at the park, which was the only thing that saved Thursday for me. I need more grown up girl bonding time (name that movie)

 

Anyway, I had been going back and forth all day about whether or not I really wanted to drag all the kids out after school to take Laila's pictures, but in the end I wasn't sure if we would ever have another day that would be warm enough at 5:00 for her to not have a shirt on, and I had already blown up the helium balloons that were to be used in the pictures, so we went. At approximately 5:30 we arrived at the photo shoot location, and around 5:32 James let go of said balloons before even one picture could be snapped. (Just imagine really cute yellow and white polka dot balloons in the background)

 

Laila smiled and laughed for the first five pictures while Samm stood next to me squeaking a little elephant toy, and then she caught on to the game we were playing and pretty much refused to even look at me after that. If she did look up, she made sure to have her hands in her mouth.

 

There were some other lesser highlights in the middle, including James jumping in a creek with his tennis shoes on, me hitting my head on a beam, and loosing the lens cap to my camera, but let me just jump to the end. It's the best part.

 

I was a really great mom and let Laila sit up on a bench next to the other kids that was way too high for her to be sitting on, and then I walked out of reach of her just as Macy hopped off the bench sending her plummeting face first on the ground. Bloody noses don't make for good pictures, so we called it quits. And, the best part is that her nose might be broken. With Josh out of town, I don't know for sure, but the bridge of her nose is nice and purple and swollen. I keep seeing the image of her face hitting the ground in my head, and it makes my stomach lurch every time.

 

On a happier note though, out of the hundred or so pictures that I took, there were some good ones, and a few that are even good enough to hang on the wall. And, Laila doesn't seem to be scarred, emotionally that is, from our little escapade yesterday.

 

Now for the picture spew. Just focus on the cute face and not my picture taking skills. OK. I still have no clue how to use my camera, and after a few frustrating and completely blurry shots I just put the dumb thing on auto.

 





 

She looks so sweet in this picture, but don't let that fool you. She is a diva! What I really needed was a picture of her doing her eyebrow furrow.

I love her face in this one! I'm really bummed that it's blurry.

 

I think this is the one that will probably go on the wall!