Well. We had quite a weekend. Family pictures were first thing Saturday morning. I was so prepared. Cute, coordinating outfits for the family - check. Everything ironed and laid out the night before - check. Kids to bed early so they would be well rested - check. Kenny prepared to grin and bear it - check. Girls bribed into cooperating - check. Kole bribed into cooperating - NEGATIVE. Not only did Kole NOT cooperate, he decided to cry during the whole shoot. We didn't get ONE picture without him pitching the biggest fit. Screaming, kicking, trying so hard to escape my arms and be free. In Kole's mind, being contained = death. So not only is he screaming in every picture, but I look equally awful because I'm trying so hard to contain him. I knew this would happen. I did. I don't know why there was still this little part of me that thought maybe. Maybe he'll cooperate. Just for a minute or two. Maybe we'll get that Christmas card photo after all.
I cried. I came home after the photo shoot, looked at the pictures on the disk and cried. Not because it's that big of deal. But just because it's so much work. So much work for the mom (especially the mom of little kids) to plan the photo shoot, get the outfits, and get the whole family up and picture perfect. It's so hard working around the nap, the not very excited husband, and everything else that may get in the way. So much work to have a blurry, screaming baby in the middle of every photo.
After I had a 10 minute pity party, I got over it. I'll figure something out. I'll use some pictures I've taken or just embrace this stage and use a picture with Kole screaming his little head off. It is what it is! I'm sure someday I'll look back at those photos and smile.
Not smiling yet.
The good news was that I had a fun date planned for Saturday night. A date with fun friends. At one of my favorite restaurants. A restaurant that happens to be located right next to my favorite store. (That may or may not be why I love the restaurant so much.)
Not only were we in the Container Store (one of the most magical places on earth), but they had their Christmas stuff out!! Talk about being in my happy place! Christmas and organizing -- it just doesn't get any better. Suddenly all of my tears from family pictures seemed like a distant memory. I was on cloud nine. No. I was happier than that. I was beyond the clouds!
Now tell me these pictures don't make you giddy too! Admit it. Anyone else beyond the clouds!?
Darci and I loved this gift wrapping station. Hmmm... wonder if Santa heard that.
And in other weekend news. The girls decided it was time to dress up Kole. In their clothes.
To quote Ellie -- "who says Kole has to be a boy? Just because some silly doctor says so?"
It was then decided that Kole is now a girl and her name is Ariel.
Ariel was dressed up in an assortment of the girls' clothes over the weekend. Here she is modeling an off the shoulder rose shirt in a lovely magenta.
Sometimes Kole was ok with the gender change.
Sometimes he wasn't.
By the end of the weekend we had all embraced it.
Ariel admitted defeat and pushed her little shopping cart all over the house.
Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.
(I'd feel sorry for you buddy, but you ruined my pictures. What's that they say about payback?)