I like a good picture of my darling children. No, that's not strong enough, I LOVE a great picture of my offspring. I put blood, sweat, and tears into it (usually my own and the kids'). Occassionally it's even necessary to add threats, bribes, and brute force to get them to cooperate. I dream of wonderful, amazing pictures of all four of my messes looking angelic and dressed if not coordinating, at least nicely.
Which is why on days like Easter Sunday, when they're wearing their Sunday best, I choose to corral them into a central location and attempt to take one, just one, please God, I just want one semi-decent picture.
Well, this ain't it.
What possesses me to say, as we're all rushing to load up for church (later than we want to leave), WAIT! I haven't gotten a picture of all of you yet. So we squeeze them onto the porch swing and the torture begins (mine, not theirs).
Me and D "close your eyes, and when I count to three, smile, and open your eyes. We'll sanp the pic quick!"
Note to self..this tactic did not work. Why did I just not move them to another, less sunny location? Well that just would have been too darn easy, that's why!
I do love a good picture (again this ain't it).
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