December 19, 2012

Quest for the Perfect Christmas Picture

 
I’ll admit it. I’m a perfectionist. Before I had children, my house was immaculate. There was a place for everything, and everything was in its place. I could tell you the exact location of everything I owned and find it within seconds. Need some eye drops? They're in the medicine cabinet on the second shelf. How about a waffle iron? In the bottom cabinet on the far right, next to the George Forman grill. Ski mask? Check inside the plaid sweater box at the back of the closet, above the winter jackets. Although, since we live in Texas, I have no idea why we would even need a ski mask.

I was so anal that my younger sisters enjoyed coming over and moving things around in my cabinets or refrigerator, knowing it would torment me for days. After they left, I would spend an obscene amount of time double-checking everything to see what had been moved and worrying over the fact that not all of the cans of vegetables were facing the same way.

Now, as a mother of three, I have come to terms with the fact that nothing is perfect. Life is messy—especially when you have kids. A good example is family pictures. You dress the kids up in their Sunday best and expect them to smile, pose, and sit still while you capture the perfect picture. If only it were that easy!

A couple of years ago, I went out and bought my kids, Paisley (who was age 3 at the time) and Peyton (then, age 16 months), matching holiday outfits at Baby Gap, specifically for the purpose of taking Christmas pictures. I dressed them up in their fancy matching outfits, curled Paisley's hair just so, loaded them up in our little Kia Spectra (we now have a mini-van), and headed to the Sugar Shack to visit Santa. It was Peyton's first picture with Santa, and I had visions of my two happy, terribly adorable children sitting calmly in Santa’s lap, beaming up into his jolly face, creating the perfect Hallmark Christmas card pose. Let's just say that I must need glasses, because my vision was definitely blurry.

First, we had to wait in line. If you didn't already know, children don’t like to wait in lines. They fidget, they run around, they squirm. Sometimes, they even throw tantrums. Plus, waiting in line gives the kids plenty of time to mess up their hair or spill something on their clothes.

It was finally our turn, and I brushed Paisley’s hair just one more time before sending her and Peyton off to sit with Santa. Her curls were long gone by the time she got to see Santa, but she still looked like the beautiful little girl in my vision. So far, so good.


Paisley adored Santa. She really did beam up at him, with an adoring twinkle in her eye. Peyton, on the other hand, screamed. A full-blown, ear-piercing, top-of-his-lungs scream. I think he might have even shattered some of the intricate glass ornaments on the nearby Christmas tree. It was all the poor Santa could do to keep Peyton from flopping out of his lap. My dreams were crushed!


The photographer, who was quickly running out of tricks, suggested that maybe it would be better if John and I sat with the kids in the picture, to help calm Peyton down. However, I hadn’t dressed to have my picture taken. I wasn’t even wearing make-up. I grudgingly smiled as I held my now red, puffy, teary-eyed son. So much for the perfect picture I imagined. 


When we got home, I decided we should try again, this time without Santa. I was determined. A woman on a mission. No one was going to thwart my plans for a perfect Christmas picture. Besides, the kids were already dressed up, and getting them dressed is half the battle. The Christmas tree would make a festive backdrop, and I hoped the kids would be more relaxed at home. Boy, was I wrong!

Children, especially young children, don’t like to sit still, no matter where they are. Especially 16-month old boys. I thought posing them in our little wooden rocking chair would be cute, but it proved to be more difficult than I had anticipated. First of all, Paisley wanted nothing to do with Peyton. “Mom! He’s touching me! He won’t scoot over!” And Peyton kept crawling over the side of the chair. I think I went hoarse from yelling, “Look over here! No! Put that down! Stop it! Get your hands out of your mouth! Don't stick your finger in her eye!” and “Smile! Say cheeeeese!”




After about 30 minutes without capturing the perfect moment on film, I finally surrendered. Besides, there has to be at least one decent picture in the 73 pictures I took. I was disappointed, but I realized that perfect is not always so perfect. Some of my favorite pictures from that Christmas are not the ones that were perfectly staged, but the ones where the kids are just being kids… Peyton dancing on the coffee table, Paisley giving me that pouty look that I thought was reserved only for teenagers, Peyton crawling over the side of the rocking chair. Even the pictures of them crying make me smile.




As I look back on those perfectly imperfect pictures, I appreciate the old adage "they’re only this age once," and I try to savor the moments before they’re gone—the good, the bad, and even the imperfect. Does that mean I’ve given up my quest for the perfect picture? No way! You’ll see us standing in line at the Sugar Shack again this year, dressed in our fancy Christmas clothes, trying to capture the perfect picture. But this time, I’ll be wearing make-up. Just in case. ;)

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If you're on your own quest for the perfect Christmas picture with Santa, here's a few places you can catch him in Bastrop from now until Christmas:

  • Dec. 18th-22nd, 6:30-8:00pm (or until every child gets to see Santa) at the Sugar Shack, located at 114 Loop 150 W in Bastrop.
  • Dec. 21st, 2-4pm at Giggle N Jump, located at 1102 College Street in Bastrop. FREE with paid admission.
  • Dec. 22nd, 9am-12pm at the Bastrop Brewhouse, located in the Crossing at 601 Chestnut Street in Bastrop. Enjoy breakfast, arts and crafts, cookie decorating, storytime with Santa, and more.

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