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Well...they aren't coming. I tried valiantly to get some professional pictures taken of my two little ones. Caytie threw such a fuss before our appointed time that I left her home with Ben and took only Tessa. She threw her own fuss when we got there, and it was really bad--even with the most patient professional photographer that I have ever met. Tessa would not let go of me and screamed and cried with all sorts of fluids leaking out of her face until I gave up.
We went back the next week without the photographer, so that they could get used to the studio. They played, walked around, and I showed them what they would do, and the fun toys the photographer had to make them laugh.
We went for another session a couple days later. Caytie was ready, and I thought Tessa would be OK with her there. They played as we waited, but as soon as the photographer turned to us and said, "It's your turn!" Tessa fell apart again. I told her to just get started with Caytie, as I took the screaming sibling from the room, but Caytie crumpled herself up on the floor and would not get up or turn around for anything, not even the Barbie fruit snacks I brought for "rewards."
So I officially give up, and if they wonder why they don't have any professional photos of when they were one and three, I can bring up this blog entry as proof that I tried.
It's a shame that I am not a better photographer myself. We have to get along with photos like this:
