Just Say No.
Dear Photography Place Specializing in Photographing Children:
Do you see the exhaustion in my eyes? The slump in my stature? Do you see my frizzy hair, my threadbare shirt? My scuffed shoes? My thin wallet?
I have young children. Twins. Girls.
I’m broke!
Don’t entice me with your $9.99 package special offer just to get me through the doors, clasping your hands in anticipation as I begin to fold like a deck of cards.
Don’t peddle your fares before my tired eyes, knowing that I can’t resist those enchanting smiles, the mischievous smirks. You push my drug like you’re standing on the street corner, hidden in shadows with the goods I want.
You with your enchanting backdrops and adorable props! You confidently start out with the $599.00 package (no…that was not a typo), complete with personalized notecards, darling vignettes and sepia overload. You see the look of shock in my eyes and you assure me that there are several packages to suit my “needs”. You force me to remove some of my favorites (but they are all my favorites!), which makes me feel like I’m rejecting my own children. The price drops a few dollars. My heart sinks because I know that I will have to get rid of more of the beautiful photos of my Beans.
This goes back and forth a few more times. You sadistically remove one photo at a time, painstakingly needling my mommy guilt until I can take it no more. I finally confess to you that I understand that your job is to sell me a large, expensive package and that I appreciate the wonderful work you have done in capturing the beauty of my Beans, but I have a specific budget that I am working with and I will not falter, no matter how many free collages you throw my way.
Sure, I left spending $100 more than I had originally planned on, but you won’t get me next time, you sly fox you. I know your game and I am not going to play it anymore!
So, for Christmas, can you lay off the guilt a little bit?
Yours truly,
Momma Bean
Just because.
One of the many things I love about having Beans is that we get to play dress up.
Happy Easter! (Belated!)
My sister and BIL made this montage for us and I hope you enjoy it! I took the photos at home as Her Royal Pie-ness again refused to have her picture taken by a “professional”. I use the term loosely. Anyway, it was fun, but exhausting. They were fine with the climbing onto the ottomon, it was the staying there and watching Momma Bean make a fool of herself and Daddy Bean jumping around behind Momma Bean that made it a bear.
Memory Lane Monday
Since Gramps borrowed my camera so that he could get some shots of the Tigers at Spring Training this week, I thought we’d take a look back at the Beans a year ago this month.
Why all the secrecy?
Just looking at my stat page and seeing some of the keyword searches that have brought lurkers to my blog is enough to make me want to press the DELETE button. So, to protect the Beans, I have password protected several of the photos on the site.
Email me to request the password and if I think you are Beanworthy, I’ll reply with the secret knock.
Or maybe you think I’m just another stark raving mad mother who’s obsessed with her booger bedazzled babies and who thinks that everyone else should be subjected to obnoxiously cute outfits and poses and you really could care less what my brats look like. If that’s the case, move along. I’m sure you found me accidentally and have better things to do. But really…they’re freaking adorable. And I’m being totally objective here. Really.
A’s debut.
Since I’m without a camera, I thought I’d hit you all with a new old photo of A Squared.
After spending weeks in the hospital, I had accumulated a bunch of junk in my room that was piled into a box and shoved into a corner with several other boxes, as we had sold the condo while I was giving birth. In the whirlwind of recovering, adjusting, packing and moving, I never got around to going through my hospital box.
A couple of weeks ago, while we were getting the Christmas tree decorations out of the basement, I noticed the box marked “hospital” and began sifting through it. In it, I found my old camera (the one that requires FILM!) and promptly sent it out for development. Last night, when I looked at the photos, tears began streaming down my eyes.
At that time, we had no idea what we were in for. I was still high on morphine and too weary from the six week bedrest to savor the moments. They looked so fragile and small. We were strangers to each other. We didn’t know how to be parents and they were barely getting used to the world.
Anyway, the world premiere. A never before seen photo. More to come.
