When you find yourself in a black cocktail dress adorned with feathers in the IGA on a Saturday night buying tweezers you know something has gone terribly wrong.
My sister-in-law was shooting a family photo for us at the beach. She had this whimsical idea for everyone to dress in black. My girls wore black leotards and black tutus – and yes I wore the frivilous cocktail dress that I recently found in the back of my closet. Although I had owned it for several years I had never found an occasion to wear it, until now.
My sister-in-law is a talented photographer with more artistic vision in her little finger than most people have total. She picked an old miliatry lookout tower along the water as a backdrop. The contrast of the crystal blue water and the peeling white paint made a magical backdrop at dusk.
We took a few pictures of my two girls together. They looked beautiful and even behaved liked that actually loved one another in front of the camera. Then we took a few family shots. Our next stop was the beach where we planned to get more pictures.
My sister-in-law was shooting some photos of her own daughters, my nieces, when I heard a blood – curdling scream. I turned to see my husband and brother-in-law scoop up my five-year-old. I rushed in their direction and witnessed dozens of cactus spines sticking out of her little pudgy foot. She continued to scream as my patient brother-in-law, father of three, calmly removed what he could while my husband held her in his arms. He black tutu was now sticking straight up in the air, the little mascara we had out on her for the shoot was making her tears black.
Needless to say we spent the rest of the night with a magnifying glass tweezing tiny hairlike cactus spines from her feet and hands. We also Googled other rememdies; we even tried duct tape. It was painful for all of us. This is a child who at the very same beach had fallen into a door just weeks before and received stiches in her face. She's a trooper. I kept telling her how brave she was over and over as her father tweezed and she cried.
Just another reminder that parenting is always an adventure!