I wussed out and swaddled Izzy this weekend. Have I mentioned that I am a creature of habit? Izzy would probably be fine without the swaddle, but I am afraid to change our routine. So, we are going to continue swaddling for now. Friday's post is bound to pop up again in the future. Sorry in advance.
We FINALLY took Izzy to have his pictures taken this weekend. It was a pretty horrific experience. Our appointment was scheduled for 3:30, and we arrived at promptly 3:30. A woman was in the middle of her photo shoot, and another group was waiting to go next. What the hell is the point of appointments if you have to wait for an hour anyways?
We waited and waited and waited. After about 40 minutes, the group ahead of us was called back. They had a little girl, maybe 3 or 4 years old, who was suppose to appear in the pictures. But, she had other ideas. She pitched a fit of epic proportions. She SCREAMED and SCREAMED. Her mother tried to bribe her with McDonald's, but the little girl just started SCREAMING for a hamburger. The two woman started getting very angry with the child. They were screaming at her, and she was screaming for a hamburger, and I just wanted to slap all three of them. After enduring 10 minutes of nonstop screaming they left, dragging the tantruming preschooler out the door.
We were finally called back. We discovered that our favorite photographer no longer worked there, and instead we were stuck with some random dude. Izzy was adorable and smiley, but the photographer was incompetent. I really wanted a tummy time shot, but I never got one. I really wanted a picture of Porgie and Izzy in their diapers but I never got one. We left the studio disappointed. Of course, I still purchased $100 worth of photos, because my children are freaking adorable.
I should probably mention that I am photo junkie. I had Porgie's pictures taken at 3, 6, 9, 12, and 18 months. And I plan on doing the same for little Izzy. What about your kids? How often did you have their pictures taken?