For today's morning entertainment, George and I went to a casting call for a diaper advertisement. The event was held in a hotel meeting room. We went in to the room (which was up an amazing number of steps - odd planning since most of the participants were in strollers). I filled out a form with our names, ages, contact information, and stats (height and weight for me; height, weight, hair color, eye color, age, shirt size, shoe size, pant size, diaper size, talents such as sitting, standing, walking, or talking, and nap times for George). The casting call was for mother/child pairs for a diaper print campaign. We were given a sheet of paper with our participant number, George's age, and my name on it and told to stand in front of a white backdrop. I held up the paper and a photographer took a few pictures of us and that was it. The photos are then sent to the casting agency to decide who to pick for the actual photo shoot.
I'll be very, very surprised if we are chosen. First off, it's for a mother/child pair and while George is absolutely adorable and they'd be silly to not choose him, I'm not media material. Secondly, George channeled his inner diva for the photo shoot. Since it is a diaper advertisement, George had to be photographed in just his diaper. Luckily, DH dressed him in a disposable instead of a cloth diaper today. We really wouldn't have stood a chance if George wasn't modeling the correct brand. George really wasn't all that enthused with me stripping him down to his briefs. Once I got him changed, he was better and toddled around the room until they were ready for us. Well, during that toddling time, George found a toy car to play with. He was making car noises and pushing/carrying that car all around, just as content as can be. When we were called to pose, we discovered that the toy car was actually the photographer's prop. She wanted the car back so that she could hold it out and have George look at it (thus looking at the camera). First off, George wasn't keen on giving up the car. Secondly, he really didn't like being "taunted" with the car that he'd just had in his hot little hands. So he pitched a fit. He didn't want to look at the camera, he didn't want me holding him, he didn't want any part of the photo shoot at all. And an uncooperative baby at a 60 second casting call doesn't really bode well for getting selected for what would be a several hour photo shoot. It didn't help that all his wiggling was stressing me out, so I kept getting reprimanded by the photographer for not smiling when she would snap a picture, since I was preoccupied with getting George to stop wiggling and look at the camera.
As we were leaving, we looked back on the mother/daughter pair being photographed after us. The daughter (about 2.5 years old) was balanced on the mother's hip and both mother and daughter had their heads tilted together with loving smiles on their faces. You could almost see the angelic halos above their heads. Quite the contrast from us.