.... "One of them days"....

Yes, it has definitely been "one of them days", as the old-timers around here are wont to say. It all started at about 8:30 this morning. We took little Miss to the photographers to have her" one year old" pictures taken, and of course, she DID NOT want to cooperate. Now, don't misunderstand me, she was in a perfectly delightful mood, but would she be still??? Even for 2 seconds... noooooo. She had to investigate the backdrop, the camera, the photographers glasses, the crumb on the floor... and do absolutely anything but look at the camera. She repeatedly climbed off of the little chair she was sitting on, and crawled OFF of the backdrop. After finally managing to get a few decent shots, we headed outside to the little garden area to take some more. Then, the camera lens fogs up. Of course. While we are waiting to the cover and lens to un-fog (he didn't want to wipe them because of "streaking") little darling dumps a fistful of dirt all over herself and WHITE dress. And laughs. Meanwhile, photographer is ready for a shot, and we position her, and by this time, my hair is sticking to me, I have rivers of sweat pouring down my back (already 92 degrees, and who knows how much oppressive humidity) and am jumping up and down like some sort of maniac making animal sounds trying to get her to look at the camera. And everybody driving by is staring at me like I am a crazed lunatic (which I won't deny) and wondering why this woman is making monkey gestures and hanging from a tree branch. For the finale, little angel stuffs dress in her mouth and just stares at us. With a smile, of course. Ah, yes the adventures of taking photos with young'uns. I appreciate you some much more now, mama!! After packing up and leaving photographers, had to go to craft store, and mall. Craft store was uneventful. Mall was not. After Little Miss pulled a pile of shirts on top of her head, and big brother pulled shirts off the hanger on top of his ("we were just hiding from each other, mama", says big brother), and I made a couple of other little stops, we finally made it back to vehicle. A big sigh of relief until I discovered that ANDREW'S SHOES WERE GONE!! Yes, gone. I looked at him in disbelief, and he smiled the sweetest little angelic smile and said "Mommy, wook, I taked my shoes off". And mommy just wanted to melt into the pavement. So we backtracked. And found the shoes. And promptly came home. And I think I will stay here for a while, thankyouverymuch. Unless you count going over to my friend (and neighbor's) house for pizza with the girls tonight. THAT, my friends, is a necessity after today.
Happy Tuesday and
Much Love,
Jennifer