In my quest for another birthday week surprise, yesterday I picked up Robby from school and we headed to a local photo studio. I had a vision of presenting Scott with the perfect photo of the boys for his desk. With boy boys smiling broadly and striking a lovingly adorable pose, the photo in my mind was something to behold.
Driving to the mall, I stressed the importance of
behaving and listening to the photographer. Robby immediately chimed in
that he was going to be the perfect muse. Timmy was quiet, but the
cheerful smile on his face led me to hope that he was going to be the charming and obedient. It never hurts to hope, right?
getting his photo taken, so I naively assumed that his desire to play to
the camera would transfer.. I could not have
been more wrong. He began to scream as soon as we
entered the doors. Even Robby's attempt at soothing were in vain. My adorably coiffed cherub was a sweaty, disheveled, red-faced mess by the time the backdrop was arranged.
a brief moment of calm the photographer scrambled to try to capture my
perfect moment. Unfortunately Timmy would not cooperate. I quickly saw
my wonderful photo slipping away and began to scramble for plan B. When
plan B (Robby holding Timmy) failed with Timmy pulling Robby's hair and
screaming in his face, we moved onto plan C.
I didn't come
prepared for plan C, but desperate for a photo gift and frustrated that
my plans were not coming to fruition, I obliged and stepped in front of
the camera. I really wanted the photo to be of the boys, but instead
Scott ended up with one of all three of us.