Things were going all too smoothly for this family. Hubby let me sleep in late. Baby Ginger Crunch slept past nine, including a 6.5 hour stretch. We were out the door on time. Yes, 20 minutes late is now on time in my book. We ran a few errands and were so efficient we made up for the 20 minutes we were behind.
Smiling from ear to ear, I walked into Ginger Lou's school to get her out early. She was happy to see me and I was happy to see her. As she grew closer, my smile began to fade back into my usual BRF (bitchy resting face). What is that? Her hair... Oh my! What is wrong here?
What happened to your hair?
(Blank stare)
It's a little... Greasy.
(Blank stare)
Did you put something in it?
(Blank stare)
When all else fails, smell it... Aha!
Did you put coconut oil in your hair?
Uhmm... Yeah...
Ermahgerd!
Whyyy?!?!
And, more importantly, why did my husband not wake my ass up so I could have fixed it this morning?
After consulting my trusty MILFs on Facebook, I quickly grabbed some baby powder. And, some detangler and Frizz Ease mousse for good measure. We piled into the elevator and hauled ass over to the Target portrait studio. It was madness. People everywhere!
I could not decide on outfits, so we had a Target cart full of options. Dresses, pajamas, nightgowns, shoes, Santa hats, headbands... We opted to do their Christmas dresses first. Lucily, the portrait studio was running slightly behind schedule. Daddy took the big kid, I took the little. Bad choice. The little had a loaded diaper. Loaded. Fun. After a good wipe down, both girls were ready to go.
We piled into the smallest room ever. I was asked if my 4 year old was able to support my 2 month old. Uhmm... We can try. And try we did. Try. Try. Try. The big kid is a diva. She loved it. The bitty was not amused. She wasn't miserable but she made us work our asses off just to look at us like we were looney.
It was chaos. Put on the hat. Take off the hat. Here's a headband. Let me fluff your hair. Smile nice. No, not crazy. Nice. With teeth. Too much teeth. Say poop. The baby likes when you say poop. Hold her head. Hold her HEAD! Is there something I can put her in? Give me a toy. Poop, poop, poop. Ahhhchooo! Chin up. Not that far. Put it down a little. Too far. Look like this. No, not like that...
Thankfully, I told the photographer exactly what we wanted before we started and despite the fact that I was losing it, she held it together. By the time we were done, it looked like Christmas had exploded in the studio.
Then, comes choosing the prints. Oy vey! What a nightmare. My kids are just so damn cute, how can a momma choose? Well, Itcwas tough but we did it! We recharged with popcorn and a sugar cookie from the cafe and were home in time for dinner. Whew!
Our appointment was at 1:30pm.
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