Monday – Christmas Pictures
Dec. 13th, 2010 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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My son, Sweet Pea, does not sit still. He also does not smile at strangers. This makes it a waste of money to visit a professional photographer, unless I want to pay a whole lot of money for a blurred picture of a scowling child. Incidentally, after 6 years I have yet to get a picture of him with Santa Clause. His very first Christmas he was only a couple of months old and was still kind of in his unattractive newborn state, so I didn’t have one taken. This was a mistake, as it turned out to be my only opportunity.
By the next year at the age of 1, he was already terrified of Santa and it would have taken a team of wild horses to get him on that strange man's lap. I hoped it was a phase, but it wasn’t. I have never been one who thought a picture of a crying terrified child fighting to get away from a fat bearded man in a red suit was charming, so I have never pushed the issue. No, I am biding my time. One of these days he will get over his fear of St. Nick and that year I will get my picture of him sitting on the old guy’s lap looking sweetly at the camera. The fact that my son will probably be able to grow a beard himself by that time will not faze me. I’m his mother, damnit. He owes me at least one picture with Santa. It if happens when he is 25, so be it. I can wait.
So each year, I dress him up in red (because it is Christmas and because the color suits him) and take picture of him until I am sure I have at least a couple that are cute enough to share with the family. This year, it took 188 attempts. Most of them I deleted because he was moving, closed his eyes, was talking, he put his face right up against the lens at the last moment, or he jumped out of the frame and all I had left was the background. Below are a few of the ones that were keepers.
At times, humor that only appeals to 6 year old boys had to be brought in to get a genuine smile. Because his fake smile is painful to look at, a real smile has to be brought out by whatever means necessary.
The Nutcracker is talking, not Sweet Pea. This might not be too bad. *click*
Son, look toward the camera.
No, too far! Look at ME!
Ok, better. Smile! Umm…what if we had spiders for dinner tonight? Would you like that? *click*
How about worms? Would worms be a nice dinner? Baby birds like them. You could pretend to be a baby bird! *click*
And as a bonus, I will share this picture of a rare blue-eyed reindeer that I found in my backyard. I think it’s just a baby one.
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My son, Sweet Pea, does not sit still. He also does not smile at strangers. This makes it a waste of money to visit a professional photographer, unless I want to pay a whole lot of money for a blurred picture of a scowling child. Incidentally, after 6 years I have yet to get a picture of him with Santa Clause. His very first Christmas he was only a couple of months old and was still kind of in his unattractive newborn state, so I didn’t have one taken. This was a mistake, as it turned out to be my only opportunity.
By the next year at the age of 1, he was already terrified of Santa and it would have taken a team of wild horses to get him on that strange man's lap. I hoped it was a phase, but it wasn’t. I have never been one who thought a picture of a crying terrified child fighting to get away from a fat bearded man in a red suit was charming, so I have never pushed the issue. No, I am biding my time. One of these days he will get over his fear of St. Nick and that year I will get my picture of him sitting on the old guy’s lap looking sweetly at the camera. The fact that my son will probably be able to grow a beard himself by that time will not faze me. I’m his mother, damnit. He owes me at least one picture with Santa. It if happens when he is 25, so be it. I can wait.
So each year, I dress him up in red (because it is Christmas and because the color suits him) and take picture of him until I am sure I have at least a couple that are cute enough to share with the family. This year, it took 188 attempts. Most of them I deleted because he was moving, closed his eyes, was talking, he put his face right up against the lens at the last moment, or he jumped out of the frame and all I had left was the background. Below are a few of the ones that were keepers.
At times, humor that only appeals to 6 year old boys had to be brought in to get a genuine smile. Because his fake smile is painful to look at, a real smile has to be brought out by whatever means necessary.
The Nutcracker is talking, not Sweet Pea. This might not be too bad. *click*
Son, look toward the camera.
No, too far! Look at ME!
Ok, better. Smile! Umm…what if we had spiders for dinner tonight? Would you like that? *click*
How about worms? Would worms be a nice dinner? Baby birds like them. You could pretend to be a baby bird! *click*
And as a bonus, I will share this picture of a rare blue-eyed reindeer that I found in my backyard. I think it’s just a baby one.
