PICTURE PERFECT?

I remember class picture day pretty vividly from my childhood. I remember getting to have my bangs curled and wearing may favorite sweater, dress, or skirt. I looked forward to picture day every year.

Kindergarten - See me on the right!?! My jeans are CRISP!

Khyri and Kielle both had class pictures last week. In preparation, we practiced smiling and posing for the whole week before. They also practiced sitting for the pictures in school. So I surely thought we were in the clear.

Khyri's photos went smoothly. I think he went a little overboard with the smile... which turend out borderline psycho-ish, but I'm still quite pleased :-)

He is such a big boy!

Although I can't really be surprised seeing as this was my smile when I got my graduate degree...






Things didn't go as smoothly for baby girl...

It started off quite nice. She looked super cute in her class picture. She's sitting cross legged, back straight, and a nice clear smile.

But then it was time to move to the individual pictures. I don't know if it was the props or the lights, or maybe the combination of both - but girlfriend was not having it! They were scheduled to take photos at 10:30am. I got a call at 12pm. "Ms. Mosley, Kielle is having difficulty taking photos. She is not happy at all and has been crying. Do you want to reschedule and have her take photos in the spring?" Nope. She looks picture perfect today. I'm on the way.

So I get there and she starts cheesing because she thinks we're just going home. I take her upstairs and as soon as I open the door to the photo room the tears start flowing. Mind you the photographers remembered her as soon as I walked in. I swear I peeped some rolling eyes, but I can't be mad I know she probably gave them the real "whatfor". I was like, "Dang Kielle you're making a not-so-nice name for yourself already." hahahahaha. I tried and tried ... and tried to get her to calm down, but nothing was working. I sang some songs. I pulled out her Doc McStuffins stethoscope. It was looking real bleak. But then she got tired and I saw my "in". I whispered to the photographer get ready and I finally got her to calm down for half a second. We got this:

*sigh* at least her hair looked cute. ahhahahahahhaha