Today, I dragged The Dad to the mall. I do so only once each year or so, but it’s still torturous for all involved. He was pretty good this year, despite a tight turnaround for lunch before our noon studio time at Flash! (and the only reason he’ll consent to go to the mall at all). I stood in line to order at Corner Bakery (pesto cavatappi split four ways among me and the kids, and a turkey panini for The Dad) while The Dad took The Tot and The Girl to run off some energy in the center treehouse.
Our photo shoot went really well, with individual shots of The Boy (who photographs really well), The Girl (who usually doesn’t), and The Tot (who also photographs well), as well as the three kids together, and some family shots. I hate how I photograph, but the point of this exercise is to capture our family on film. After we were done shooting, we ran some errands around the mall to pass the time: the Hanna store to make a return and visit a friend, the Lego store to exchange The Boy’s Y-Wing Starfighter that was missing parts, and Galt Toys in an attempt to appease The Tot, who heard “Northbrook Court” and assumed, “Hobby USA next to Nickel City.”
When we got back to Flash! to look over our photos and make our selections, The Tot was very upset that we weren’t going for another photo shoot. The photographer (Sam) took a couple off-the-cuff shots of him just to make him happy, which I appreciated. It was past naptime and The Tot was crabby. He, and both of his siblings, fell asleep on the car ride home.