Tori’s three months old today. A whole quarter year! To document this (maybe not so) momentous occasion, I took her to the mall to get her first “professional” pictures.
That was a mistake.
She woke up crabby. So crabby that I almost didn’t go at all. But I’d already rescheduled three times, so I ignored her whining, got her scrubbed up, dressed up and in the car.
When we arrived, she was sound asleep, so I had to wake her up. Never a good idea. She woke up screaming, but by the time the so-called photographer was ready for us (20 minutes later), she was outwardly calm.
That lasted until the first flash bulb went off. The next 45 minutes consisted of me putting her into poses, pulling down her dress, trying to get her to stop crying, then attempting (completely unsuccessfully) to coax a smile out of her.
It was not fun. But in the end, we did get a few cute pictures.