To look at this photo you might think we had a peaceful, relaxing day at Clearwater Beach. I'm going to let you run with that assumption for a moment while I take another swig of my margarita and burst into maniacal laughter.
Firstly, I'm not sure if you've seen the weather this weekend, but someone upstairs decided to play a nice practical joke on the state of Florida and put this out in the Gulf during my big beach-shoot weekend. IN MID-NOVEMBER. This did not make for pretty sunny skies.
Color me not amused.
Naptimes were completely screwed up this morning and we didn't get out the front door until almost 3 p.m. With a full hour's drive ahead of us. Then we arrived at the beach just in time for the youngest to demand to be fed. Now. So I set up my "backup shots" and went off to do my thing while daddy helped out and gave the kid a bottle.
As our remaining daylight slowly dwindled, we made our way down the beach toward the water -- and the beach umbrellas -- to try for this year's planned Christmas card photo. (See here for last year's...) I may be a natural blonde but I'm not stupid so I didn't even plan on using our toddler in this year's photos. He was content to play with sand and to try and run from daddy as I got everything set up to do the next round of photos.
But it seems if you put a baby in a Santa hat on the beach, people tend to pay attention to you. Unfortunately in our case, too much attention. Enter stage right...Mr. Crazy. Mr. Crazy at first just seemed to be interested in what was going on. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that we learned Mr. Crazy's first name is Batshit. Because not only would he not GO AWAY and let me take the photos and let my husband help with the kids, he also went to get his acoustic guitar and -- without my asking or prompting -- inserted it in my Christmas photo because (and I quote) "every Christmas photo needs a guitar in it". Make sure to jot that little note down when shooting photos of your own.
By this time, the youngest's patience was gone. G. O. N. E. Gone. Daddy went to get his binkie and he took his hand out of his mouth to chomp down on it. Unfortunately for him and for us, he put his wet, slobbery hand down in the sand. Then he proceeded to drop his binkie, wet side down, in the sand. And of course, immediately stuck the sandy hand back in his mouth. Whereas last year, our oldest son was only interested in eating the sand -- this year, our little princess decided to completely lose it when this occurred. No cute baby photos in a Santa hat. Thank you, Mr. Crazy. Be very, very thankful I only know that you're from the state of Virginia and have no idea what city.
So for my final this requires no children to actually BE in the photograph idea...we moved closer to the water (and completely away from Mr. Crazy) to make "sand angels". Our toddler LOVED this. He giggled the entire time and had a blast. The baby...well he dealt. I think one can sense when momma is on a mission and is almost out of proper lighting. But just as I was finishing setting up the shot, a couple came walking down the beach. We'll call them "Mr. and Mrs. Frederick's of Hollywood" to protect the guilty. Seeing me with child -- and camera -- and obviously setting up a shot, they still walked right across the middle of the sand angels! Of course they were completely oblivious when I snapped back, "I'm so sorry we have taken up space on your beach. No, no -- please do NOT let us get in your way."
We were outta there. Oh yeah, but not before it decided to sprinkle as I was snapping the photo you see above.
More tequila, please! *hic*
UPDATE: the next time I go out to photograph the boys, I'll be wearingthis