I had been anxiously anticipating our family photo day for quite a while. All of our outfits were chosen with careful detail. I was excited to get a nice photo taken of our family by an experienced photographer.
Because I was so excited, I tried very hard all day to do everything right so that Lincoln would be happy and cooperative for the photo shoot. I was sure to play with him during the morning to get him off on the right foot for the day. We even played outside with friends for a little while. During the day, Lincoln ate some of his favorite food: fruit snacks, apples, and half of a banana (my child is a hoover). Lincoln went down for his nap at the usual time.
Everything seemed to be fine until...he woke up after only an hour of sleep. He usually takes at least two and a half hours. I had the feeling that things were awry, but I tried to dismiss the sinking sense by making up for missing sleep time by going on an extra long walk and taking an extra long bath (two of Lincoln's faves). After an early dinner, because pictures were scheduled for six o'clock, we were back on schedule.
The trip to St. George was pleasant. Lincoln made animal sounds the whole way while listening to Mama Mia on the stereo. Things seemed to be looking up. The picture location was beautiful. The light was perfect on the red rocks and green grass. David looked handsome, Lincoln was adorable and my hair actually did what I wanted it to do. Our photographer was on time and the location was surprisingly accessible for David. I should have known that things were
too perfect.
As soon as our photographer whipped out his camera,...FIASCO! Lincoln was head butting us, pulling my hair, screaming, rolling on the grass kicking, flailing his arms, growling at the photographer and crying so hard that his eyes were swollen and snot was rolling down his face. We attempted to get a few shots, but I doubt any of them are decent. Our photographer was kind enough to tell us that if we wanted to try again on another day, he would not charge us another sitting fee. HOW NICE!
With that, we decided to call it a day, pack up and head home. Ironically, the second that Linco was strapped into his car seat, he settled down.
As we were pulled into Hurricane, we decided to stop at a friend's wedding reception to give our congratulations. Lincoln was asleep in the back of the car, but we decided to stop anyway because if we let him sleep, he would not want to sleep later that night. We parked the car and I carefully lifted my sleeping child into my arms. He tenderly rested his sweet little head on my shoulder. We walked up to the entrance of the reception and... I heard it...the sound no mother wants to hear, especially in a crowd of people. The ominous burping sound that is sure to be followed by whatever was consumed during the day. I turned to head for the car, but I was not quick enough. Right there in the entrance to the reception, Lincoln lost his breakfast, lunch
and dinner. It was all over my shoulder, down my pants, on my shoes and even in my perfectly styled hair. WAAHHH! I sped for the car. That walk/run was so long.
Naturally, once I got Lincoln's clothes off, he felt much better. He was now the boy that would have been a delight during our picture appointment. Luckily, David had a shirt in the car that I could wear on the way home. David gave his best wishes to the happy couple, cleaned up the remains of Lincoln's presence there, and met me at the car. By the time we got home, I felt like I smelled. We got Lincoln settled, took a shower, watched some tube, read some Potter and crashed. Thank goodness for tomorrows!
