I gave up trying to get a good holiday photo of my boys years ago. I attempted it the first time when my 7 year old was just a few months old and my older two were just toddlers. I dragged them all down to the photo place and this is what transpired:
Wiped spit up off the babies clothes.
Wiped juice off the toddler’s clothes.
Changed their clothes because they ruined them.
Hopped around like a bunny in a lame attempt to make them all smile and look at me.
Dangled cookies in front of the photographer to try to bribe them into smiling and looking at me.
Dried tears, because apparently camera flashes and photographers are the devil incarnate to toddlers.
Cleaned up more spit up.
Danced a jig while starting to cry in a last ditch effort to make them look at me and smile.
Hung my head in defeat and lifted my children down from the photographer’s table.
Bawled my eyes out as all three children looked directly at me and smiled!
Anyway, you get the picture. From photos in their pajamas with their stockings on Christmas morning, where one is inevitably making a silly face, looking cross-eyed or crying their eyes out, to blurry group shots quickly taken as they unwrap their gifts in a flurry, the perfect Holiday photo of my children has eluded me….. until last night that is. Yep, that’s right folks, I got some pretty darn good shots last night and I am happy that for once, I have a photo I wouldn’t mind sticking on a Christmas card.
What do you think?