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Does this make my butt look big?

A while ago the family and I went to get our pictures taken. This was somewhat of a big deal in and of itself because we've never had our photos professionally taken before. I'm not a big fan of the posed. Or trying to figure out coordinated outfits. Or the anxiety-ridden drive filled with "don't touch your hair - we're going to have to brush it again" and "stop licking your lips - they're going to look chapped" and "why did you make your sister cry? Now she's got puffy eyes and snot running down to her chin." Also, my only experience with Family Portraits was at one of those - you know - mall stores, where thirteen different families wait in what looks to be a closet at the rear of the store. Not fun.

But we went... why? Because the pictures were FREE! And I never pass up free stuff. And they were done by a real professional photographer. The kind that had his own studio (which included a kitchen set because he was currently working on some chef project).

Now, you might be wondering why I got so lucky as to get FREE family photos by a real professional photographer. Or you might not be wondering that at all. You might actually be wondering what you're having for dinner tonight. Or how the heck you're going to put up with your crazy mother-in-law at the next family function since she suddenly stopped taking her meds, convinced fresh air alone will suddenly make her sane. Or you might be wondering how you've managed to spend the last 36 years spelling Colombia wrong (not realizing you were spelling it "Columbia" like it's a coat, not a country).

Just in case you are wondering though, I'll continue.

A couple months ago I got a call from someone at the hospital where I recently gave birth to Cletus the Used to be Fetus. Immediately I went through a mental list of anything we may have damaged, destroyed or stolen while we were there. I swear I made sure Big V put those blankets and pillows back...

After I was assured I would not need legal representation and the child we took home was, in fact, ours, she got down to business, explaining staff "remembered" us from our stay. Oh. That can't be good. Staff thought we'd be good candidates for a marketing campaign they were starting... and well, would we like to be a part of it? What do we have to do? Oh, you know, take some pictures, make a statement about what you thought of your hospital care and the creative souls in the marketing department would do the rest.

So here I am, in all my glory, ready to be set on a billboard.





Yep. On a BILLBOARD. You know, a really large - painfully large - humongous - wooden canvas for all the world to see.

Pictures were taken (FREE of charge) of the entire family, and then some of just me and the boy and some of just Big V and the boy. They picked the best one to put on billboards all across southeastern Wisconsin. Honestly, if this is the best picture that was taken I don't really care to see the rest. My hair looks plastered against my head. (Bean was right, I should've worn it down.) And I guess I have a really thick neck now. (Thanks baby weight that refuses to leave, even though I've asked you nicely.)  I can't imagine what it's going to look like blown up to 14'x48'.

I also spent an afternoon where they video taped an interview that will be edited and posted to their website. I haven't seen that, but I can only imagine what that looks like - with my out of control facial expressions, rolling eyes and gravelly voice, it should be a real treat!

To be honest, I loved everyone at the hospital when we were there. I'm not sure if I ever wrote about it because it was less funny and more scary and serious. One minute V and I were laughing over his pizza and the next minute I was being swarmed by a medical team rushing me to surgery trying to get to the baby. Scariest moment of my life. But everyone was wonderful.

It was more than just the professional medical care. They truly did make us feel special. They made us feel like we were the only ones in that entire hospital. They made us feel like no matter what was about to happen they were seeing this through to the end with us and they weren't about to leave us stranded wondering what was going on.

Plus, they all "got" our sense of humor. We tend to deflect with sarcasm and wit - which can be confused with flippancy and uncaring... but these nurses and doctors were a hoot! And I'd go back there in a heartbeat.

Comments

Melissa Reed said…
I love this. Love your blog. You really need to get published. Seriously. I mean, SERIOUSLY!
Melissa Blake said…
Thanks for stopping by blog!!! :)
How neat! You have to take pictures of your billboards. :)
Thanks for stopping by my blog!
I can't wait to hear where the billboards show up! And you look great, so if you look even better in person then good for you hot mama!
Team Baribeau said…
TOO CUTE!!! You look fantastic!! but glad i won't have to stare at you while in traffic:D

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