One of which is our annual Christmas card pictures. I was happily getting the kids in their Christmas picture clothes, when our realtor called and told me some people were coming to look at our house in an hour and 15 min., and could we please be out by then?
At which point, Dr. C and I cranked the stress level up about 50 notches, threw the Christmas-pic clothes on the kids, buckled them all into the van, turned on Charlotte's Web and then frantically ran back inside to do some last-minute
By the time we drove away, my once-happy-children had been
We went anyway.
I did get a *few* good ones...enough for the card...but I got a wholelotta bad ones. Lovely.
Here is a sampling, for your viewing pleasure. (Displeasure?)
|Freed from the confines of the van, Fearless takes off the moment we get unbuckled. Takes several minutes to bring him back.|
|Don't be fooled by this cute pic--T-Man was pinching Fearless on the back. Nice.|
|T-Man: I will fake smile now because I know I'm in trouble for pinching.|
Miss B: There is drama happening, so I must cry.
Fearless: "Mooooooommmmmy...T-Man PINCHED me!"
|We are lucky to be alive after receiving that look.|
|Now it's T-Man's turn to run away. Yay.|
|This cry was legitimate, fell down and scraped her knees. So sorry, little love!|
|Miss B to T-Man: "Why the heck are you smiling?!?"|
|Another legitimate sad face...Fearless cut his hand a little on something and no amount of band-aids, kisses, reassurances would make it better. On a positive note, T-Man shaped up after the pinching moment.|
|And now she's outta there.|