Tuesday Confessional 10/29

Family Photos

It is that time of year again!  Every year in October for the past five years, we all get dressed-up and our favorite photographer takes our annual family photos.  (See the About Me page for examples from the past two years.) People who don’t have small children might see this as a fun-filled family event, but in reality, it sucks ass.  Seriously.  It is stressful, something always goes wrong, and the minute you put nice clothes on the little ones, it turns them into a dirt magnet.  Putting them in nice clothes with 1 hour until their pictures start is like playing Russian roulette with a paint gun.

The whole event starts with orchestrating the schedule to include the babysitter picking the kids up from school while I am at the hairdresser, and me providing instructions specifically for them to eat their snack BEFORE they get dressed.  I had pressed all the clothes for the four of us all before I left, but then forgot to choose Brie’s shoes and hair bow for her outfit.  Who forgets the baby girl’s hair bow- this woman.  So I had to call to tell the sitter what color of shoes and bow to choose and put them into a bag for us.  My husband could not find his cufflinks, which are apparently lost forever.  My son tore apart his clip-on tie, and I had to re-sew it back together on the way to the photo shoot.  My daughter has a very big cut below her eye and I have a busted lip.  So the photographer is going to have a job to do to Photoshop all of that out of our photos.  I was so glad when it was over.  The fact that we showed up on-time, clean and not screaming at each other was a huge accomplishment.  We’ll see how the photos turn out.  :)

 Halloween

We are getting ready for Halloween and excited about the holiday.  I got a mani/pedi on Sunday all painted in a bright orange for the holiday.  We also carved our pumpkin and I’ll make a separate posting for that.  I am hosting a big shindig (that means party) on Thursday and it’s going to be lots of fun!  I’m dressing as a unicorn and every time someone asks me “What are you?”, I am going to say, “I’m a unicorn, damn it!”.  I have no idea why, but I think that is funny.

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