Who is this crazy lady?
That was very clearly the look Nicholas was giving the photographer yesterday when we took him to get pictures taken. She was trying to make him smile by doing all sorts of baby talk and he was just looking at her like she had three heads. In all honesty, it was the expression Joe and I each were trying really hard to keep off of our faces because she was being pretty absurd. And so he wasn’t smiling, or at least not real smiles, just half-hearted fake smiles. And after a bit of this she tried to declare the session done but we knew she hadn’t gotten a single picture that actually captured his personality. So we ended up breaking out his toys. That make it a little better, although in most of the pictures where he is actually smiling he is looking off to the side at one of us. Why would he smile at the random crazy lady? We tried standing behind her, but each time she would yell at us for messing with her light.
Anyway, we got a few decent pictures, although none that were phenomenal. That is the problem with professional pictures—their cameras and printing process is much better, but they have trouble really capturing him because he is not comfortable with them.
Speaking of pictures, today is Nicholas' birthday-part 1, so hopefully I will have lots of pictures to post later. We have Elmo everywhere! It may actually be too much and overwhelming for Nicholas. What can I say--it didn't seem like much in the store but when you concentrate it in our dining room it does take over a bit.
Anyway, happy early birthday, Nicholas!
Did she bust out the obnoxious long-feather duster? They always do that to Abby and she flips out. We took three cousins last year and the only decent shots we got were at the very end when I finally told her to shut up and take pictures while I sat UNDER her camera to keep their attention. I kind of want to work at one of those places so I can show them how it is done with children whose parents actually treat them like people instead of puppies.
ReplyDeleteARGH!
No feather duster, thank goodness! Mostly just funny high-pitched noises. And Sarah was too circumspect to say it, but it was a moment when the part of him that's daddy really came out. I have always (even as a little kid) had a hard time suppressing my skepticism at quackery. And this lady was a giant mallard. Actually, I think I scared her a little bit by making snarky comments about some of the family poses she used when we first got there. So she may have been a little chastened by that experience early in the session.
ReplyDeleteBut you raise a good point: whose kids react well to that stupidity?