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So I went to a photographer last week and had Bean's picture taken.

See, it was like this: sure, we take some great candid photos of her every day. Better than a photo studio would, I'm sure, at this age. But there's something about the actual picture with a background that's all pastel and smokey and the baby is just sort of sitting there all by her lonesome or there's a watering can sitting by her with some cheerful fake flowers and she's laying there on her belly wearing her best pink dress and frilly socks and it's totally unsuited for watering can weather but still it's just oh so CUTE... UGH. Anyway, I succumbed and thought it would be appreciated by The Grandma Contingent to have some photo-photos.

I went to this place that we'll just call Schmallmart. And you have to know that I have a tried and true HATE for Schmallmart, but that's another story. I called Schmallmart to make an appointment and asked the price. $7.95 for one pose, with a heck of a lot of pictures. I'm thinking HOLY MOLY PERFECT I can shell out $7.95 for a picture.

So I dressed the Bean in her tiny taffeta dress and put her in some of the most adorable pink shoes (SO CUTE YOU COULD DIE). Off we went to get her picture taken.

Then... well, I don't know how it happened except to say, you know how you plan to have one picture taken for $7.95 and get out of Schmallmart in two seconds flat but instead you're there for over an HOUR and you've just spent nearly TEN TIMES the aforementioned dollar amount and you're going to be receiving THREE POSES and more pictures than you'll ever know what to do with and they're so so precious and cute, but let's face it: every image is your adorable bundle of joy totally STONE FACED because there was no way in heaven she was smiling for the photographer?

Yes. So, um, maybe something like that happened.

And maybe it didn't.