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Stalked by the Stork...a diary of raising twelve kids

Having twelve children is an amazing blessing and one heck of a crazy ride. Join us through all the joys, smiles, tribulations and trials as we navigate this fabulous journey!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Uncooperative

Tonight was Mia's picture appointment. We have a photograph of each one of our children in a metal washtub from Sears. Starting with Drew all the way down. Tonight was Mia's turn to get photographed in the washtub. Ideally, we do this between 6-12 months of age but occasionally we are a bit behind. For example, Sydney was about fourteen months in her picture...and now similarly Mia is fifteen months old. So she was way overdue. So far we have the first eight children's pictures already hanging on the wall. Kambree's was taken (on time) when she was a baby, but I need to...well...locate it in the vast amount of photographs and albums I have stashed in my closet. Tomorrow I'll show you all the way we have them arranged over our piano. Right now the piano is too dusty for me to photograph. Because that would be embarrassing. Tomorrow I'll dust, then show you.
As it turned out, Mia was not very cooperative during her shoot. She squirmed and tried to climb out of the bucket. I guess that's what you get when you wait till your baby is fifteen months old. I couldn't really blame her either...it was a bit of a tight squeeze what with having to bend her little legs up to fit inside.
After we were finished I took her to get a cookie in the food court. Brandon was with me and he ate a sub sandwich and chips. I, trying ever so hard to stay away from Carbs, had an unsweetened iced tea..without very much ice. I also procured a few super cute outfits for Mia's next photo shoot which will take place very soon. And at super low prices since summer stuff seems to be on clearance now. Brandon tried to talk me into a thirty-five dollar stuffed animal because it had Chicago Cubs stuff on it. I declined. Politely at first, and then more sternly as he kept persisting. No way am I paying thirty-five bucks for another stuffed animal that will lay around the house for the next several years collecting dust until someone tosses it, gives it way or puts in in a garage sale. He tried to argue that this stuffed animal was different. That it was some sort of pet thing that makes into a pillow. Still...for thirty-five bucks it better make into a heck of a lot more than that before I'll buy it. Brandon was only mildly uncooperative before remembering his promise of good behavior if he were to shop with me. Mia's uncooperativeness knows no bounds though. She attempted to slide out of her stroller, yell "Mama" fifty-seven times so I'd pick her up and then finally resorted to a shrill screech to let me know she'd had enough of the mall.
That's why I like to go by myself those few and far between times I go mall shopping.
Because my kids are so uncooperative. My husband looks at this from a different perspective. The shorter my shopping trip get cut, the less money I spend.
See. Men are uncooperative too.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Lord understands your pain! Praying!
Isaiah 53:1-3: Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed? For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
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