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Great big mess!!!

Last night I went and blew crazy money at the casino, because I could and today we went out to get her pics taken. I always hate doing this and I wish there were special needs studios or even someone who specialized in working with babies and toddlers. My normal complaints have been:

*I say, "I don't care about smiling or eye-contact. Just take pictures."
and they don't...

*I say, "She doesn't smile, sit still, listen, look, or follow directions."
and they sit there and wait for a fucking miracle...like if they sit there long enough she'll morph into the perfect photo model.

Anyway, when she was 2 months old, she was crying so the people wouldn't take her picture. It was my birthday. I wanted her picture. I didn't get it.

When she was nine months old, the lady kept trying to pose her and make her do crazy stuff, so she kept falling down and hurting herself and the dumb bitch only managed to snap two pics, so those were the ones we bought!

Last time they had a slippery paper background pulled under her feet and she kept falling down and hurting herself and she was crying so much that the pics kinda look sad.

Today was the most awful time in history. It went like this: We showed up at 3:30 for our appt. The lights were off. About ten minutes later a kid brushed past us with some clothes wadded up under his arm. I was praying he was just there to turn on the lights. But a few minutes later, he said, "Okay." Which apparently means, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," and I walked up to the counter and he gave me a form to fill out. I put down my name, address, etc. and then what kinds of poses I wanted, props, etc. and he came back and said, "Oh, I just meant the top part." So I guess he doesn't really want to know my preferences--big surprise there! He takes us into the studio and I try to explain how she doesn't listen, look, follow instructions, etc. and how we're not expecting smiles, eye-contact, straight shots, etc. We just wanted pictures.
Luis and I were doing an amazing job of keeping her 'over there' and keeping her attention, even getting smiles and eye-contact. A woman came up to the doorway of the studio we were in and said, "Excuse me, excuse me" but we all ignored her, because seriously, could she not fucking see that we were busy???
After about five minutes of my baby girl being a complete dream come true and amazing us with her poise and calm and rational nature, the boy says, "I'm sorry, this camera isn't working right. Let's go to the next room." So we round her up and head over there, get all set up again and he says, "There's no camera in here. I can't believe it." Okay, so we go back to the little waiting room to wait for him to find and learn how to use another camera.
While we're waiting he starts helping the 'excuse me, excuse me' lady. And now I'm ready to kill this little stupid fucking punk who doesn't know anything about lines and appt.s and customer service in addition to all that other stuff he doesn't know (why is he even employed???). So I say, "Okay, we're leaving." We had to go distract our daughter, because by now she's sort of tired and annoyed by the whole thing. Yeah, who isn't? So we get to the restaurant and the boy calls Luis' cell phone and asks if we want to come back now. He told him that we were eating and we'd be back after.
We get back up and he manages to take some pics and most of them suck ass, but he gave me a whole bunch for like 35 bucks, so I guess I won't call his manager...oh and just so you know the clothes that were wadded up under his arm were actually his uniform, which he apparently changed into while he was supposed to be learning how to operate a camera. Great....

9:30 p.m. - 2008-04-02
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