For some reason it's something that I can't seem to let go of. You can say what you want about what autism does to our kids, but one thing it doesn't do is make them any less cute. So while I may be deprived of watching her achieve developmental milestones, attend a general ed classroom without an aid, play sports, go to college, get married, make me a grandmother...whoa, slow down there crazy lady...I will be goddamned if I won't get a mother-effing GOOD PICTURE OF HER!!! Not that I put any undue pressure on the situation or anything.
|We are so happy that the portrait studio is right|
next to the mattress department.
The mattress department manager is not.
The one thing that she cannot seem to get used to is the flash bulb popping. It doesn't make her melt down...it just makes every shot look like she's reacting to a meteor headed for her forehead. Last year we had an epically wonderful experience which resulted in a multitude of never-to-be-topped poses, so I tried to duplicate it by going to the same photographer, who I was surprised to see still worked there. But like my Stanley Cup winning Blackhawks, it's looking like we will not pull off the repeat.
I'll save the results for my Christmas form letter post wherein I will pretend that everything about our lives is perfect and clearly so much better than yours.
|Can we go home now?|