So, G-Man became one of "those kids" the other day. You know. The ones who are running around and acting crazy at the mall or at Wal-Mart or at McDonald's. You watch them and look at their mother and give a little smile of encouragement and turn away with gratitude that your kid/future kid won't do anything like that in public.
Not that I've done that to a fellow mother. But I've seen it happen.
We went to the mall to get G-Man's portraits taken last Friday. While I certainly have plenty of pictures of G-Man that I love, I wanted to get a portrait of his Halloween costume. If you'll recall the elephant cuteness from last year, you'll understand why I wanted a portrait this year. If you don't remember the elephant cuteness from last year, click here and then come back. I'll wait...
Welcome back. So, I wanted more cute pictures in the studio. And since I don't have a studio, we have to go to the mall.
While we were going to the trouble of portraits, I thought I would get his picture taken in a cute fall outfit as well as his costume. I started changing his clothes there in the lobby of the portrait studio. I took off his shirt first, and suddenly a little girl across the lobby starts screaming, "NAKED! NAKED!" I look up, and she's pointing at G-Man. I smile and show the mom that I'm just changing his shirt and continue working.
With his shirt and sweater safely on, I didn't plan to change his jeans. Then I decided to change him into the darker wash jeans that I brought.
I take his jeans off, turn around to pick up his darker jeans, and look up to see his little diapered bottom running for the door of the portrait studio. (Not so much door, as gigantic, wide opening. This is a mall, after all.) I shout his name and tell him to stop, but he can smell freedom and he's chasing it. He turns the corner and heads for the food court and he gets three doors down before I can snatch him up and carry him back to the portrait studio.
Sweater. Diaper. Bare feet. Duck blanket flapping in the wind. It was quite a sight.
I got a lot of "you poor mom" smiles from witnesses as I carried him back into the studio.
One of the most hilarious things he has done. He'd better not make a habit of it, but it was hilarious.
And for all that jean trouble, he would only hold still long enough to get one full shot of the outfit:
I don't know if you've heard, but it's hard to get an 18 month old boy to hold still. Or sit down and smile for a picture. Our cute little 18 year old photographer kept trying to make G-Man smile and then by the time he would pick up the camera, he'd missed the shot.
We had to resort to this:
After the change into the costume, I insisted on a shooting flow that worked better. I took over the entertaining/making the kid smile part and he just shot pictures. We had a lot more to choose from in the monkey suit and these were the ones I picked:
Diggity is bothered by this next one. He feels monkeys should not be serious. I think the juxtaposition is charming. (Just kidding. I never use words like juxtaposition. I just liked it better than the other one where he was standing up.)
And my favorite. The one that miraculously matches the close-up we already have of his face in the elephant costume from last year:
What a cute little monkey. Can't wait for Halloween.