An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

"Just shoot me now."

Those were the words I was muttering this morning as I was running around trying to get our rising senior out the door at 9 a.m. for his senior portraits.

Is it just my boys, or do all boys compare having their picture taken with torture?

“I don’t feel like doing it,” he told me last week when I mentioned the appointment. “Why do we even have senior photos, anyway?”

“Well, yearbook and graduation announcements are just two reasons that come to mind,” I replied, very patiently.

Okay. He reluctantly agreed that it was necessary for the yearbook … the key word being reluctantly.

But then, THEN I happened to mention that our photography session – which was the MINI SESSION, mind you, and the smallest package offered – also included casual photos in addition to the graduation one. Of course this meant that we had to decide on a casual outfit which, believe me, was a PAIN because his idea of casual (a Celtics t-shirt) and my idea of casual (a striped button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up) were on totally opposite ends of the spectrum. As we were digging through his closet he then dared suggest that we just skip the casual photo, to which I put my foot down. Once I managed to drag him to the photography studio for a session which included casual photos in the basic fee, then by golly he was going to have those photos taken.

I think he realized I meant business, but that didn’t stop him from groaning that an additional outfit also meant more dumb posing and more dumb smiling and … well, torture.

By the time we left the house this morning, I wasn't perspiring … I was sweating. And thinking very un-Mommy-like thoughts.

As it turned out, it was all much ado about nothing. The entire session was quick, painless, and the photographer cracked some really corny jokes which had us all laughing. So WHY did Jonathan raise such a fuss? Who knows. Even Timothy, at one point, told him to quit being dumb (score one for baby brother!).

But wow! Did Jonathan ever look good! Formal shots … handsome. Casual shots (in the striped shirt because I won that battle) … handsome.

And my eyes got watery. You know, from all those bright lights and camera flashes.

And I didn't mention yesterday's back to school shopping ...
who knew buying shoes could be so stressful?

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