Yesterday, the whole day was focused on one thing: Sarah's Photo Shoot. I shined her shoes, ironed her dress, bathed her, rested her, and used a curling iron on her hair for the first time.
She is such a rambunctious child, that I was sure the hot iron would kill her in her squirminess; or at the least deter her from ever letting me use an iron on her head again. I did not want her to hate curling irons because beauty takes heat (you can quote me on that). If she does not like the heat, she will not look beautiful. At least in my experience.
Luckily, she is still alive, unscathed. I did worry that I might burn her, and she would suffer the crusted ears and forehead that I endured when my wonderful Mom curled my hair and occasionally missed (in her defense, she had five children and our hair always looked perfect. Her mantra was, 'it hurts to be beautiful').
Because of my fears, I did not do as long lasting and perfect a curling job as my Mother, but I got the job done.
I focused on the front, because I did not know Sarah's sit still time while I held a death iron. We would have to ignore the back of her hair. I do it all the time with my own coif. If I cannot see it, neither can anyone else.
Before we left, I took a couple of pictures while she played. I understood that the photo shoot was a risk, and everything might fall apart, including Sarah.
It did. Her ironed dress wrinkled in the car seat, her shined shoes tumbled town the stairs and got scuffed, her hair went flat, her nose ran, she got milk on her front, the photographer's M and M's on her teeth, and she would rather be behind the camera than in front of it...or laying on the ground beside it.
Here are the pictures I took before I left:
This is Sarah waiting for her turn. I had the brilliant idea of giving her a bottle of milk to keep her calm. Bad, messy idea.
It is hard for a two year old to understand that we want her to stand in one place...the empty, boring white space, in front of the camera instead of explore.
If the camera is magic like my cousin-in-law's Miriam Lovell, or her husband's Dan the pictures should be ethereal. If not, it was a good memory.
This is Sarah waiting for her turn. I had the brilliant idea of giving her a bottle of milk to keep her calm. Bad, messy idea.
It is hard for a two year old to understand that we want her to stand in one place...the empty, boring white space, in front of the camera instead of explore.
If the camera is magic like my cousin-in-law's Miriam Lovell, or her husband's Dan the pictures should be ethereal. If not, it was a good memory.
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