That day's photo session was no exception. As soon as we stepped out the door, I told the kids to stand still so that we could get a picture before we got in the van. The girls did as they were told, but the boys acted as if I had not spoken at all:
|"No, Isaac, we're not getting in the van yet! Go back|
and stand with your sisters so we can get a picture.
You, too, Jude."
While the boys were getting their act together, the girls decided it would be a good time to show each other some love:
|"Aw, that's sweet, girls. Very nice. Okay, you two stay|
there and hug. Isaac, go stand by your sisters, and I'll
take a picture of you guys. Jude, you, too!"
But the tender moment was over before the boys could get into place, and the girls decided go stand by Jude instead:
|"Oh, good idea! Yes, everybody stand against the wall.|
Isaac, go stand by Dahlia!"
Suddenly everybody was right where I wanted them:
|"Okay, great! Now, look at Mommy, guys!"|
But I could only get one or two people to look at the camera at the same time:
|"Isaac! You need to look at Mommy! Jude, you, too!"|
Then Isaac got bored with facing in my direction:
"No, no, Isaac! You need to turn around!
Everybody, PLEASE, look at MOMMY!"
And decided it would be a good time to make some noise:
|"Isaac, we're not going to bang on the wall right now.|
Dahlia, stop copying your brother! Both of you,
please turn around so we can get a picture!"
I'm sure he was trying to drown out the sound of my ever-growing desperation to get a shot of everyone both looking at the camera and facing me:
|"Good job, Dahlia. Okay, Isaac, now look at Mommy,|
please. No, you need to turn around and look at me!"
Just as I was ready to tear out my hair and throw in the towel, though, something magical happened:
|"YES! Thank you for looking at Mommy!!!"|
A good-enough shot—totally worth the blood (pressure hike), the sweat, and the (near) tears. And we still got to school on time!