Photo Session

Today I took the kids to Sears to get their portraits taken. My hope was to get at least one good shot of the two of them together, but was not being too optimistic. Getting a good picture of Sydney & Jason in the same shot? Has not happened since he was a little baby that could not move.

Since Jason's patience, ahh if you can even call it that, is much shorter than Sydney's we did his individual shot first. Five minutes into that 'attempt' I was starting to pray that I would get any shots of him. He would not even look at the photographer, let alone smile. First we tried sitting, but he seemed to want to stand. Then we tried a few things where he was standing & then all he did was cry. The photographer told me that she didn't have another session booked for awhile, why don't I take him for a walk & try to make him happy. Translation? Take him away.

Thankfully Sydney was being the dream child. I had done a lot of prep with her before we got there knowing that Jason was going to be the challenge child & I needed her to be on her absolute best behaviour. We went for a walk in the mall & there were the mechanical rides. I thought, hey why not try it? A special treat for Sydney because she was being so good & something fun for Jason to cheer him up. Wrong. He hated it. By this time I was thinking- let's go back try some shots of Sydney, give Jason some time to warm up a bit & try again. If it doesn't work, book for next week when Brad & I are on holidays & take the tag team approach. What was I thinking doing this on my own???

We went back & Sydney did a great job. Although, she kept sticking her tongue out. A new nervous trait??? There were so many great shots of her that I had a hard time choosing at the end. Jason??? Well, we did get 3 decent shots of him. But he is only smiling in one of them. And the only reason he is smiling is because he is about to lunge at me. Thankfully she could crop me out of the picture so that we could keep it as a keeper.

The group shot was out. I did order one sheet of the semi-sorta good one (& only one) because I decided that I at least wanted to have one photo to mark the agony I suffered. Also, I had bought the kids really cute 'matching' outfits for their pictures. I figured that this really could be the only year I could do that. Brad absolutely hates Jason's shorts. They are the same plaid as the capris that I bought Sydney & she wore a red t-shirt & Jason wore a blue polo shirt. Truly they are very cute, but I am quite certain that this picture could be the one that Jason looks back on & bitches about the clothes that his mother dressed him in. These shorts will be the equivalent to the many 'leisure' suits that my brother wore in his childhood.

I tried to get a picture of the 2 of them together at home, but no luck. Jason just doesn't stay still long enough.