Pinterest is Not Your Friend

The twins had their one-year pictures taken yesterday. It was kind of a cluster… (my own fault). We had them taken at our house because, for some reason, I thought it would be easier to contain them. It wasn’t. When the photographer arrived at our house (early in the morning because the twins wake up before 6 a.m. and need a nap by 8:30), she started setting up and we were just chatting.

And then I said the most dreaded words a photographer could ever hear: “I saw this thing on Pinterest…” I almost rolled my eyes at myself after it came out of my mouth. Long story short, none of the stupid Pinterest ideas worked out.

Turns out, one year olds are paralyzed by grass so all you need to do is put them on a small blanket in the middle of your yard and they freeze. There is practically an electric fence at the edge of the blanket that they won’t even think about touching. I stood right behind our photographer and played peek-a-boo with the girls and I think we might have even gotten some smiling pictures. (When I say smiling pictures, I mean one of the twins is smiling. You’re more likely to get a picture of a chupacabra than of both twins smiling at the same time.)

We were lucky to have a super patient photographer, who is actually a twin herself, which I thought was fun. I’m secretly hoping she send me some of the Pinterest shots so I can compile my very own Pinterest Fails. Also, I need to delete my counterproductive Pinterest (more like Unrealisticexpectations-terest, amiright?) account ASAP.