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08/04/2005 Archived Entry: "one of those days"

So my baby is 6 months old today. Time to pull out the camera and take some a-dorable pictures. But wait! Why settle for a makeshift studio on the house when we could go to a park? Real scenery, yay! Off we went and off to dreamland went the baby. Nevermind that it was more than an hour before she was supposed to nap. Nevermind that I wanted to capture her extraordinary cuteness on this milestone day. But, we pressed forward as I was sure she would wake up and I had the older one all dressed as well for beautiful pictures. We get to the park and realize we are not alone. We are surrounded by old people. Old people line dancing, old people doing Tae Kwaon Do, old people watching dogs the size of rats do business. I was lugging a dead weight baby and a diaper bag and Tabitha had the bag o' froofy dresses. We trudged through the wet grass for awhile before I decided to just give up. There was not a place to be found to give us our natural scenery.

While homeward bound I decide to make use of my photo studio membership and put in a call to make the neccesary arrangements. They could see us in well over an hour, plenty of time for Daisy to wake up. Except she didn't. I had to break one of my cardinal rules and wake her up. We arrive at the studio and the 6 year old goes first. She's spunky as heck and every pic just shows her love affair with the camera. Time to plop the diapered one next to her. Cue smiling baby. The baby misread her script though. Out came the quivering lower lip as her face swiveled to mine imploring me to explain this unspeakable act. She endured her torture without so much as one tear actually shedding, but she looked like she was on the verge of tears in just about every picture. For her solo shots the older sister stepped up to the task and jumped like a maniac and played peek-a-boo like her life depended on it. All she acheived for her effort was a semi upturn of the lips but no baby grins to show off the pearly whites. We fled as soon as possible before the baby turned on the full waterworks. A mere three yards from the studio and she was a happy, smiling, cooing, kicking baby once more.

So, the youngest needs some serious schooling in the art of being charming at the studio. This will require many more trips in the very near future.