I’m slightly addicted to professional photographs of my kids. It’s becoming an expensive problem since I find myself looking for any excuse to have their pictures taken by a photographer. Father’s Day Mini Photo Shoot? Sign me up! Parent’s 40th wedding anniversary? Family photo shoot!
The thing about it, is the kids are always miserable. And I feel bad…but clearly not bad enough to learn my lesson.
Yesterday, we celebrated my parent’s 40th anniversary. My brothers and I arranged for a photographer to come to shoot the grand kids on the beach. Everyone wore blues and white. It was going to be kids romping and playing and being carefree. Perfect.
But, as you can imagine, it was terrible. It was too hot. The sun was too bright. And my kiddies couldn’t stick it out another half hour for the lighting to get softer. There was throwing of sand. Eating of sand. And A LOT of crying. From the corner of my eye, I could see Jake pacing back and forth—thinking that this was the worst idea ever…but too expensive to not try to make work.
So we stuck it out for a little longer. I haven’t seen the photos yet. My fingers are crossed for one good one.
Maybe the next photo shoot will be better…