We were lucky enough, for M.D.'s newborn pictures, to have our neighbor offer to take them, in our home, for free. JACKPOT!! He normally charges $200 per session so we were so thankful for the gift when we had nothing but moths fluttering out of our pocketbooks and bills coming in from the hospital where M.D. and I hung out for a few days after he was born. (That beef broth sure was expensive!)
So when it came time for M.D.'s 2 month pictures we had a decision to make. Would we pay some professional photographer to take his photos again...or suck it up and go to a department store studio? Once we realized that we are NOT the Trump family we decided to suck it up at take the kid to a local chain store...let's call it the classier version of Walmart. I scheduled his photos a month in advance...because I'm that type of psychotic person...and when the day came we got him all gussied up in his cutest outfit and hauled off to the rich-man's Walmart. We arrived and were told by the overly-happy receptionist that they were running, about 5 minutes late. No problem! We had, infact, prepared for this! We had a list...a short list...of miscellaneous items which needed to be purchased at this particular store anyways. So, I sent Steven off on his merry way to pick up the items and M.D. and I found a chair in the thimble-sized waiting room and proceeded to wait.
45 Minutes Later...1 bottle of formula....1 diaper change...1 LARGE spit up all over cutest outfit in the world... MULTIPLE MAJOR MELTDOWNS...and 1 mom about to lose her shit. We finally get called into the studio 45 MINUTES LATER! I wanted to take the receptionist and strangle her with M.D.'s vomit-soaked shirt. The photographer was not much better...I got Mason to at least STOP CRYING and stare in her general direction..but she didn't take the picture. SHE DIDN'T TAKE THE PICTURE!!! She wanted him to look directly at her and SMILE! I'm Sorry..but would you also like $1 Million and a pony?!?! I was not in the mood to explain..so I let her squeak her toys and talk her goo-goo talk at him until I could tell he thought I had dropped him off at the mental institution...at which point...he melted down. MAJOR meltdown. It took everything in me not to meltdown with him!
For 6 months...we're making the investment for the REAL photographer...or we'll just skip 'em :) NOT!
<-----This is the closest thing she got to a smile from Mr. M.D. that day. Gotta love him for being stubborn like his 'ole Mom :)