We got together with Rick’s side of the family this weekend for some family portraits. And I knew 6 year-old Dylan was the potential weak link even before we got there.
She hates to have her photo taken. This was her reaction the night before, when I snapped her picture…
I thought she looked cute. Like a little princess blogger in training. Turns out, she’s an outraged, stubborn, princess blogger in training.
You know she just tweeted… “My lame mom taking my photo again. When can I get my own apartment?! #ParentsAreAlwaysInMyBusiness”
So the next day, we arrive at the fancy portrait studio (Babies R Us) and Dylan immediately starts crying. And she proceeds to sob and scowl her way through every photo. (Of course, 5 month old Harlowe smiles through the whole session because that girl is a goddamn angel.)
I’m already frustrated with Dylan because for three weeks in a row, she has REFUSED to go in the pool during her weekly swim lesson. And as you can imagine, getting into the water is actually a somewhat important part of the swimming process.
She loves the water but finds lessons to be a real nuisance. So I’ve been paying for her to sit by the pool so that someday she can compete in the Olympic sport of pool side lounging.
Back to the photo shoot. These photos are for my in-laws 45th wedding anniversary and in the end, we had to settle for “the Dylan pout” because you can’t actually force someone to smile. I know this because I once tried to get my husband to smile during an episode of “Cougar Town.” Couldn’t be done.
The photo session was just the beginning of a marathon New Jersey day. The festivities also included my niece’s birthday party, the zoo and dinner. We pulled out of our driveway at 10:15 am and we pulled back in at 10 pm.
As a result, I ended up breastfeeding the twins FOUR times in our minivan. Not bad, right?
But you know what’s way more impressive…
celebrating a 45th wedding anniversary.
P.S. According to Dylan, photos and swim lessons totally suck. But icing is completely awesome.