Yesterday Roan was booked for a photo shoot. We went, with Sheppard in a carrier, and Smith staying behind with his other mother, Lola. The shoot was for Halloween costumes, and was one of Roan’s favorites of all time. The sweet little victory for me was that the all the babies booked for the shoot were being crybabies, and Sheppard was nothing but smiles. So. He ended up being a model as well, with a paycheck. A paycheck and no voice of his own telling me that the money belongs in a college account. Roan is seriously a weirdo. That’s where he wants his money to go. Doesn’t he know that my children will want to tour the world with a backpack, a copy of Lonely Planet, and ill-advised shoes? C’mon. Still – Roan’s check will go into an account of some sort. Sheppard’s check will go into my account because Mama needs some ill-advised shoes of her own. And that is that. So my day was spent channeling Dina Lohan and being a stage mother with no chance to write. As such, I will leave you to your Memorial Day Weekend with a few videos of the kiddies. The first, my boys starting their own version of twin-speak. The second, just laughter. What could be better?
And come next Halloween, when you see kid’s costumes lining the isles of Target, Rite-Aid and Wal-Mart and wherever else they may be, stop and look for your friends Roan and Sheppard on the packaging. Roan will be a magician, and a black Angry Bird. Shep, a red Angry Bird. An Angry Bird with huge cheeks ripe for the pinching.
My husband has finally found an audience that appreciates him.