I wanted to tell the story of our picture day. Every time we get our pics done it is a huge trial. I don't know why but the devil just fights it and this time was no exception. Of course, we had made the slightly insane decision to go to Chucky Cheese (codename, CC, or the "Charles and the Dairy product", or "Pizza Rat") to celebrate Rebecca's birthday (the previous Sunday) and finally let her open her presents.
Pictures first. We got out of the house at 11. The camera was broken at the Walmart photo dept. The girl gave us directions. Bad ones. We looked and looked for the other Walmart for a couple of hours, all the while trying to keep the increasing hungry and now sleepy children "picture" pretty. We finally found the Walmart, but couldn't get in before lunch because the kids were STARVING and there wasn't an opening until 3:30. (It was 2.)
in the car, Oh, and the kids took my foundation out of my makeup bag, so when I went to do my makeupAAAAGGGHHH!!!!! (I am ashamed to admit I threw a hissy fit and had to apologize.) We picked up some makeup at the Walmart after one of those conversations,
"You don't need makeup! You look fine!"
"Do you see this rosacia?!"
"What, your cheeks are rosy. It looks good!"
"No way! I look like a clown!" etc. (I'm glad my husband likes the look of my face, but I don't believe cameras do at all.)
Anyway, at CC, David chose to "shine" and he "shined" loudly The. Whole. Time. I took him out to the car to feed him. (Modesty was offensive to him for some reason that day.) Twice. Still not happy. Ryan took the girls around the fun stuff at cc while I bounced David and smiled apologetically at the other people trying to eat. The girls had a lot of fun. The only pizza spot on the clothes was on Ruth's skirt, and I turned it around backwards for the pictures so you can't tell.
Then we went in for the pics. We were late, but the lady there was great. The last Walmart photo person was definatley not "called". But this one took really good pictures, engaged the kids and even got Mr. Grumpage to stop grumping long enough for the picture.
After we left we were about halfway to the border when we got a cell phone call from the lady at the photo dept. "Did you leave your purse?"
Went back and got it. And got back. "One of those days" doesn't begin to describe it, but all in all, everything we set out to do got done. I am still trying to figure out how that happened.