Well Behaved Children

I saw on another photographer's website profile a list of things she liked. One of the things listed was "well-behaved children." Say what? I think that's such an odd thing for a children's photographer to write. I wonder if she would like to photograph my kids. Sure, sometimes they are the sweetest, most well behaved little humans on the planet, but more often, they pull a stunt like this: full on tantrum in the middle of the Wal-Mart, kicking and screaming, writhing on the floor, dress pulled up over her head. She may as well had a microphone because the volume levels she achieved were unbelieveable.

Reason for the trantrum? Against my better judgement, I had let her push the cart down an aisle, where she promptly rammed it into a 70 year old Grandma and a display of Ramen Noodles. So I took the cart away and the tantrum ensued.

This my friends, was the sweet face of my Presley that caused all the ruckus. I know, hard to believe right?

My one and only experience at a mall chain photography studio (hey! I had a coupon for a free 11x14!) was another diasaster. The opposite of the tantrum described above. They tore that place up! Zipping in and out of backdrops, pulling props off the shelves, running into other's shoots- yep, they did it all. The "they" I am referring to is Tweedledum and Tweedledee- aka Presley and Kaylee.

I'm not sure I even have a point here.

But to give equal footing to all my children in this post...

Emily -not sure who taught her to put on that "I'm so bored with you supermodel look."

And sweet baby Jude. Can you believe my dad took a brush to those curls this weekend? I mean, heLLO! Did he not realize he turned a head full of glorious curls into a fluffy 80's Dukes of Hazard 'do?