Gone are the days when I can do photo-shoots with the twins and get both of them looking at the camera
Case in point: when I tried to get some shots of them in their birthday outfits, this is the closest I got to twin-baby-picture-perfection. Adorable? Yes. What I was going for? Not exactly?
(Isn’t Evy’s single-toothed little grin the cutest?)
In fact, out of approximately 150 shots, with three little
hindrances assistants standing in the background (when they weren’t sticking their toes, bums, or elbows in the foreground, that is) distracting the girls, multiple stops for Greek yogurt bribes, and the bringing of several different rounds of toys, the girls mostly just wanted to do this:
Yup. Hightail it away from the camera. (Good thing the rear view is pretty cute too, huh?)
Either that, or drink their sorrows away.
Only to burst into tears upon discovering that I hadn’t even supplied their glasses with water, much less Mama Milk.
They perked up considerably when we showered them with plastic Easter eggs.
But even those got old after a while.
…and the future looked somewhat hopeful. (Which is to say that yet another round of food seemed forthcoming).
By the way, if you’re wondering about their outfits, I bought the tulle for their tutus, the ribbon for the embellishments, and the rosettes for their headbands at Hobby Lobby—most of it for 50% off. The headbands were a cinch since all I did was hot glue a little elastic to the length of rosettes (they were all in one long line like ribbon), sized to fit the twins’ heads. The tutus were easy too, if a bit time-consuming (Shaun and I worked on one each while watching episodes of Elementary at night), employing the same method we used to make Della’s for her first birthday.
As for the onesies, well, they’re pretty darn easy too, but I’ll be showing you how I made those another day.
Now I’d love to know…any full-proof tips for getting babies to smile (or at least look) at the camera? It seems like one is always in a great mood, and the other is tired and cranky when it comes picture time. (I’m pretty sure they’re plotting against me).
And can we all just take a moment to agree that I have most beautiful identical twin daughters on the planet? Oops. I might have just started a fight.