I knew there was a reason we hadn't had pictures taken in such a long time... somehow, I had forgotten. But, it all came rushing back to me in one quick instant. When we first got there we were all fine. The kids were giggling and laughing. I was thinking "YES! Happy kids= good pictures!" And we waited. There was a huge carousel just outside the doors of the place we were at. The kids wanted to ride. There was toy store next door. The kids wanted to wander around and beg for things. These distractions made the waiting harder and harder for my kiddos. Little Bug started to get frustrated. "NO!! No no no no no no no no no!" I silently screamed in my head... the lady who was supposed to be helping us was carrying on a conversation with someone who MIGHT get their pictures taken there SOMEDAY. We had gotten there 15 minutes early to sign in and get everyone ready. Our session time came and went. 20 minutes after our appointed time, our photographer finally came over, but by this time Little Bug was done. He had been cute and silly when we first got there. Now he was ready to leave. On top of that, every time the flash would go off and make that popping noise he would scream. He covered his ears and cried.... so our family pictures look like this:
See the lovely smiling faces? Wait... what's that? Little Bug looks completely and totally terrified?? That's because he was...
Picture of the three kids looks like this:
What's that you say?? Red and Baby Girl look stinkin cute? Well thank you! And Little Bug? He looks alienated and afraid?? That's because he was trying to escape, but his horrible mom made him stay and sit there while the flashes popped in his face...we didn't even attempt to do individual photos of him. We had tortured him enough. When he was done, he curled up into a little ball in the corner and jumped every time the flash went off...
SIGH. We did get two good shots of Baby Girl:
Not sure why some of the photos are smaller... :S
And a really good one of Red:And a really nice one of Hubby and I:When we were done we walked through the toy store. I started to tear up. I was so frustrated as I watched Little Bug giggle and laugh at a train going round and round in circles. Don't get me wrong... I was glad that he was happy again. But it was a HUGE reminder of how different he is from other kids. Then I had to remind myself that he's doing the best he knows how and so am I. Another thing that I need to remember is that it is okay for me to try and stretch him a little by making him do things that are hard. Perhaps if we attempt the hard things, he and I will both grow and get a little stronger each time. At least, that's what I hope.