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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
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Wednesday
Feb062008

Just your average Tuesday.

I walked Henry to school today and walked most of the way back home before realizing that I had a wooden hanger hanging from the belt on the back of my coat.  A large, wooden hanger. 

I'm telling you this to illustrate 1) how much of a dork I am and 2) how mentally and physically worn out I still am from yesterday's shoot. I have no idea why I should be this tired, because most of my day yesterday was spent sitting around.  It was too much excitement for me, I guess. I am even more delicate than I believed.  Or my humours are out of whack. A bloodletting is in order!

So! Yesterday was the photo shoot for Wondertime, as I mentioned previously.  Present were Tim and Liz, the lovely and kind art directors from Wondertime, as well as Asger and Lloyd, the infinitely patient photographer and his charming assistant. Henry, Scott, and I were outfitted and posed and fed snacks. And we had so much fun. Draining, life-sapping fun. Here are the photos. If they don't make sense to you, well, you'll have to wait for the May issue of Wondertime to come out. Maybe you should subscribe!  That's an idea I spontaneously had right now. (Please note: I am not receiving kickbacks from Wondertime.)  (Unfortunately.)

<Darth Vader, taking direction

Here's Henry, getting notes on what his motivation should be. "You're Darth Vader, coming out of the shower." How sweet does he look here? It's kind of killing me. Of course you can't hear him whining about the unbearable weight of the light saber, and the fact that the mask was choking him TO DEATH.

The Dark Side, emerging from the tub

"What are you doing in the bathroom, son?"
"I'M TURNING TO THE DARK SIDE, MOTHER."

Henry was amazing, actually. The mask was heavy, the light saber was heavy, the shirt was chafing him, the fog from the fog machine smelled funny, and it was hard to hear everyone's direction over the sound effects coming from the light saber, but my baby posed for longer than I ever could have anticipated. 

On the other hand, he got to play with incredibly cool light sabers. They're worlds away from the crappy telescoping plastic kind we own. It must be horrible, having us as his parents.

Scott, still being Luke

Scott worked until 2:30 a.m. that morning, so he could spend his day pretending to be Luke Skywalker. Did he do it for me? I like to think so.

Charlie wanted in on the shot.

We tried to include Charlie in a shot or two, but he was being a prima donna about it—only letting us shoot his right profile because that's his signature look, etc. He didn't make the cut. Sorry, dog.

Henry and Liz.

Henry declined the use of the mask for his Ultimate Battle with Obi Wan, so Liz gave him the option of giant movie-star sunglasses and a headband. It doesn't sound like it would work, but it worked well enough. Bonus: Henry didn't throw himself to the ground in mortal agony.

Henry, preparing for battle

"Can you be a dear and get me a glass of sparkling water? With a little lemon juice? Not a wedge of lemon, dear, I DON'T WANT TO SEE ANY LEMON, just sort of a lemon essence. Wait a minute, is this pulp? I see? That's it, you're fired."

Obi Wan and Darth battle it out some more

Henry kept asking Scott, "When are you going to fall down and die?" Not for a few years, son, so meanwhile you and your Oedipal struggle best hush up.

Kitchen on fire!

I contemplated uploading this to Finslippy yesterday and asking, "Is this a bad sign?" Ha, ha! It's just a fog machine in my oven. DON'T PANIC.

Help me, Obi Wan. You're my only hope.

The photographer kept saying that he wanted to make me look "elegant," which I thought was a lovely sentiment, considering that I was wearing cinnamon buns on my head and a pom-pommed bathrobe from Target.

Henry, after the shoot

When the shoot was over (seven hours, my friends! SEVEN) Tim and Liz gave Henry not one, but TWO of the light sabers. Was he excited? A LITTLE BIT. I'm still amazed that we got him to sleep, or eat, or stop trying to amputate our limbs for more than two minutes.

So that's our story! Aaaand now I'm going back to bed. Wake me when the issue comes out. Thank you.

Reader Comments (87)

OK, you talked me into it. I just signed up for WonderTime. Can't wait to see the issue with your photos/story : )
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMichele
That was amazing!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBertha
Absolutely precious!!!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnita
Oh my Alice, you even look beautiful with pastry stuck to your head. A total mom babe!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJohn LeJeune
Hilarious! God, I can't wait to read the article!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAmy the Mom
Ok. I love Wondertime and now I am over the top excited about getting that issue. I can't wait to see what the whole Star Wars theme is all about.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSomeone Being Me
those cinnamon roll buns are hilarious. you look marvelous! great pics and commentary. i am particularly fond of the bit about the "Oedipal struggle"- hee hee.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commentersizzle
You're really pretty, you should post more photos of yourself.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commentervictoria
What kind of a kid has a real light saber? He will be the most popular kid in town now. Get ready for all the playdates you're going to have to host.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterCandy
These are hysterical. I wish my parents had had the means or connections for amazing photo shoots when I was a kid, because I would have been a fabulous She-Ra. You all look adorable!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterlengli
These are so great. And your husband is wonderfully cooperative. If I attempted to photograph mine with a colander on his head, he would probably file for divorce.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMolly
Cool buns! I'm off to check out Wondertime.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteramy
Those are great! The one of the oven is great. "Dinner's ready!" ;)
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterThe Casual Perfectionist
Wonderful photos! What a cool experience for your family, especially Henry. May the force be with you...I've always wanted to say that!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterReverie
In looking at the picture of Scott and Charlie and then you with the cinnabons on your head, I ask myself once again who approved your WHNA membership? ;-)

There was a time in Cameron's life where he would have killed for one of those light sabers - tell Henry that Cameron will be thrilled to play with them next time you need a sitter.

February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAnne Prince
I cannot BELIEVE Scott got to do that, uber-Star Wars fan that he is. I mean, the shots weren't done by Lucasfilm, but still. And Henry, too; how cool is this for him? Very, VERY COOL.

Please tell me you get real prints of the best photos.

And I'm filled with curiosity re: the meaning of the photo shoot/story. Is it for their Halloween issue? Is it about mythic childhood stories? Is it about family-time pretend play? What could it be?
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterS-Way
The cinnamon buns are as awesome as I had hoped. Nay, more awesome.

I am buying a fog machine for my oven. I don't need to cook if I have cool fog.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commentersuperblondgirl
Wait a minute...Luke is Darth Vader's FATHER!? Way to RUIN Episode VI, Alice!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterbraine
WOW. That's all i can say.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteramy
I'm very, very confused by this whole thing, but I can be patient until it makes sense.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAverage Jane
I cannot believe you were serious about the cinnamon buns. I already subscribe, and I can't wait to see the issue!
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterBeth
All I can see is that your husband is wearing a colander on his head. I hope you were paid for this...
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSuburbanCorrespondent
I get Wondertime already. It is a fantastic magazine and is a pleasure to read just because of the beautiful layouts. I am really looking forward to reading your article.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJen
I kept waiting for a good, clear picture of you, but no :(I want to see those buns!Ahem.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterDIANE
My oven often looks like that.

Sadly, I don't own a fog machine.
February 6, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKriss

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