At 3 years and 10 1/2 months old, I decided it was time for some picture updates! 9am seems to be a someone decent hour around here. I pre-heated Jack the evening before, that he would have to wear a fancy shirt for a little while, as to avoid the usual morning battle of getting dressed. We talked about going somewhere to have someone else take their pictures with their camera. I did everything I could to attempt to prepare ourselves for picture day!
The morning came. I showered after Roman's 6:00 bottle, as going to take pictures in sweats and a t-shirt was simply unacceptable. The boys woke up, we ate cereal, watched Mickey and then it was time to get dressed. No one fussed or argued as we were dressing. The drive to the picture studio was amazing (we drove on a bridge, went over a river, saw a "mountain", and lots of bulldozers and dump trucks). We got to the studio, used the bathroom, and tucked in our shirts. And then it was our turn. Roman loved the attention. I think our photographer could've taken hundreds. Jack on the other hand, turned into his typical 3-year-old-fullofattitude self. I tried, coercing him nicely, that he only needed to listen to us for a few minutes and to please sit next to his brother. Then we needed a quick timeout...in which I bribed him with a new car. And we got 1 shot. And he thought he was done. And then, I decided that I just didn't care. The house rules is 2 cars. So, 2 cars emerged from the diaper bag and the pictures went on. Two cars are part of our life...why would I care so much? Why shouldn't our 3 year old pictures involve matchbox cars in pockets and in hands? Atleast our real life was captured.
And next time, Daddy's coming!
