Family Pictures

Am I the only one that dreads them?

The only one that has to call a family meeting to lay down the law before attempting this dreadful feat?

The only one that threatens to beat my kids within an inch of their lives and send them to bed with "no supper" if they give me cheesy grins?

Please tell me I'm not alone here.

Without fail...

One kid is not smiling.

Another is whining.

The timer doesn't work.

The tripod sinks into the sand.

Photographing one child while the other two proceed to roll down the sand dunes.

"Sit next to your sister and do NOT move...and you better smile!"..through gritted teeth.

"Ok guys...SMILE!"...translation: Please just pretend to look happy for the love of Pete!

And of course my personal favorite..."Mooooom, are we done yet?!?!"...five minutes into it.

This year was no different. Only this time it was my hair that quickly became my worst enemy. I knew I didn't want the ocean in our background...too much hassle keeping the horizon straight on a tripod...but the wind was going against my part this year. I know. Tragic.

Every time the timer would go off a big chunk of bangs would fly into my face. I was almost in tears. Almost. That is until my 14 year old said, "Mom, I think I saw a ponytail holder over there somewhere in the sand."

Now, here is the part where logic would make you say. "Ewww, gross...please tell me you did NOT put that in your hair!"

Listen folks, when trying to get a family portrait, logic is no where to be found. only random ponytail holders...thank the Lord!

If wearing ponytail holders, that once adorned the heads of complete strangers, were to become an Olympic sport...I'd be Mary Lou Retton. Minus the Russian coach and all.

Seems I walked away unscathed.

Sometimes you just have to live dangerously.

It is so worth the risk.
























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