Last Thursday, our little Aria got sick for the first time. With a fever of over 100*, she was feeling pretty miserable. She spent up until Sunday evening still feeling crummy and extremely whinny! Nate took her to the doctor on Friday morning only to find out it was "just a virus" and to let it run its course. Talk about feeling helpless! There was not much we could do besides snuggle with her, play some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and rotate between her Children's Motrin & Ibuprofen.
We had scheduled to have some birthday/'smash the cake' pictures taken on Saturday morning. Aria woke up in a fairly decent mood, so we thought she was feeling better. I had wanted to get a photo of Aria with her "security objects". I thought it would be cute to look back on and for her to have a beautiful picture of her with all the things she obsessed over when she was "little". We packed up her pink bear from her 'Granny', her pink mini Cabbage Patch doll from 'Uncle Bruce', her grey rabbit from The Eaton's and..... her pink cat was nowhere to be found! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! The pink cat is one that was brought to her while we were still in the hospital by our friend Lorissa and her son, Lane. It's one that she carries everywhere and sucks on its face. Disgusting I know, but, it sure beats a pacifier! We were running out of time and the search for the cat just had to wait. The cat wouldn't make it into the photo, not life altering but, just bummed we didn't have it. We loaded up and headed out to Lydia's studio out in the country. About halfway there, Nate asks, "You got the cake, didn't you?" ....sigh.... "no". So he speeds back to the house, weaving through traffic like it's St. Louis. (he's a city kid at heart) We finally make it to Lydia's...with the cake & not the cat. Aria starts to whine excessively. Wonderful! I take her into the studio and to my realization, she's had diarrhea. Cool! I got her changed, while Lydia and Nate are deciding what backdrop to use, the lighting, etc. and try putting on her first outfit. Of course, the arm holes are small. Good choice for not having her try on the outfit before we got there. Finally got it on her, while she's kicking and screaming. Lydia gets her all situated on the stool with all her animals except the cat, and Aria has a meltdown. My blood pressure starts to sky rocket. Lydia got some shots while Aria was on a break from the meltdown. No smiling, but that sober face is one we love. (Notice the missing eye on the rabbit, the missing nose on the bear and the tail of the cabbage patch doll = pacifier/chew toy)
|Photo Credit : Candids By Lydia|
I changed her into her "it's my birthday" outfit while they fixed the lighting details and backdrop. Another meltdown ensues. Pull yourself together kid, we're almost done. I promise. We sat her down in a cute pink chair and she just wales.
|Photo Credit : Candids By Lydia|
Next we try to sit her on the floor with the cake in front of her. She started to calm down and pick little spots of the icing off of the cake. We had high hopes that we would dig in and get super messy, but not the case. When you take a kid that doesn't feel well to get pictures taken, they don't want any part of it. #ParentingFail
|Photo Credit : Candids By Lydia|
|Photo Credit : Candids By Lydia|
After Lydia took the last picture, she took her to the bathroom and cleaned her all up and changed her. What a gal! :) She did such a good job and was so calm during the whole session. I would've pulled my hair out and made the client leave if it were me. Ha! Props to Candids By Lydia for being such a great photographer and keeping your cool while I wanted to have a mommy meltdown.
Monday evening, our family went down to my parent's house to have a Father's Day dinner since I had to work on Sunday. We enjoyed some good food, hanging out and watching old home movies of my sister that I had transferred onto DVDs for my dad. Where are the home movies of me you ask. Good question! I'm still searching for any....any. Ha! #NotAsCoolAsMySister
When we got back to our house, it was close to bedtime. Aria enjoyed playing with her new found loves. Her dolls. The darker and dirtier one was my first doll. Her name is Ash-A-Lee. (You have to say it in a little kid voice, in syllable form. It's just not the same if you say it like a normal person) The plastic fingers have been chewed on and the amounts of stains on it are insane. But, it was my first doll. My love. At first, I was questioning if I should let her play with it. (Sentimental much?!) I know how much I loved it, so I figured she should get to share in my love for her too. While in college, I was going through an antique store with my mom and stumbled upon the same doll. A year newer than mine (1987 edition) and in much better condition. Neither of the dolls have the outfit it came with. I vaguely remember it coming in a bunny costume. I don't remember it staying on for long though. Wishing I still had it. Considering how rugged the doll looks now, I am sure the outfit had its share of dirt and spit on it and eventually got thrown out.
Aria would hold the two dolls and carry them around the living room, then bring them over to me, have me hold them for a second then want them back to start the cycle again. We did this for a solid 15 minutes before she realized she had a book out. She began to
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