This pretty well sums up our family picture attempt. We laughed. We cried. It moved us, Bob. (sorry… Veggietales does it to me every time.) The sun was too bright. The shadows were too dark. We squinted too much. And on and on.
It started at 10 a.m. when I realized that it was the only day in the following six that we had a chance to take a family picture when the sun was still up in the sky. I picked light blue for everyone to wear… but this did not go down without major whining from the chillins. Good grief. Calm Down. We did have to borrow a shirt for Larisa from her cousin… and jeans for Keeve from his cousin. I’m very thankful our cousins live across the street and are relatively the same sizes as most of my kids! Also, my sister-in-law, Julie took the photos for us.
After the clothing issue was settled (at least in my mind) and the fronts of all the shirts were ironed…. we moved on to hair. Two haircuts were had by the shaggiest members of the clan. And showers were had by most. By then it was noon. Off to the park… where the sun was shining so brightly we could barely open our eyes. It was awesome! Not really.
That was as good as that pose got after 17 tries…. good grief. Calm down. The shadows were just too harsh and we moved to the shade, much to my husband’s chagrin as he loves sending pictures of green grass in December to his friends and family in the frozen north. We moved to the back of the community center cement sign… so it looks like we’re in the hood.
Finally, at least most of us are smiling half-normally. And a family photo shoot would not be complete without some planking……
2:00. Bam! Family pictures done for another 12 months. Only took four hours.