Chicago Area Spring Break Blues

I was so looking forward to hanging out with my kids for 10 days. You know, no school, no early a.m. wake ups. None of the usual garbage. But WHOA. WHOOOA. I tell you I was truly unprepared for the assault of pent up indoors craziness unleashed upon my home in the past (let’s count them) 6 days. Gosh, I tell you, I feel like I am this.close. to losing it. LOL. Maybe not but in the span of 3 hours last night my girls managed to do more damage than I could ever imagine (let’s leave it to your imagination when I say that the dog got loose and was found consuming roadkill on the side of the road yesterday evening….the beauty of living in the exurbs, my friends).

So to combat the crazy life that my children have ever so thoughtfully thrust upon me I decided I’d drive them crazy RIGHT back. Yup. Today was picture day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It goes without saying that picture day is particularly painful for at least one of my girls (sometimes both). Today was M’s turn. Nothing I could do could get that shot I was searching for. L was perfection–tilting her head just so, laughing, smiling. M…well devil is in the details. She didn’t like not supermodel posing for me (I love age 8, I love age 8 ) and huffed at me. So when I focused on L, she’d get in the camera too and make faces.

 

It was NOT AT ALL painful for me. Nope. Not a bit. (sigh)

 

 

Well at least I got some purty pictures. I mean the fruits of my hour and a half labor with them traipsing to various spots…um, I got about 10 total usable images. I suppose I shouldn’t complain. Too much.
So there you have it. I think I can offiicially photograph ANYONE at this point. Oh and ultimately, even though I plotted against them to drive them crazy, I fear they won this round. 😀

 

xoxo, Mare