December rolls around and parents the world over start to dress up their children in itchy Christmas outfits they'll never wear again, to capture that cherished image of their little ones proving they're worth the presents Santa will surely bring as they smile sweetly for the camera. We then send those pictures out to friends and family so they can turn seven shades of green at how adorable and well-behaved our children
Last year's photo session was an adventure. This year, I decided to cut to the chase and go straight for the (for lack of a better term) money shot.
Hm...nice, but...That wasn't good enough for me. In my quest for Teh Funneh, my Christmas Brain blocked out the mayhem that clouded the lens of last year's photo and we kept right on truckin'.
I got a few decent shots, before their body language began to speak to me, "Dear, sweet woman, we know what you want and we're trying our best to make it happen for you, but someone WILL get hurt if we have to do this much longer."
Again, the holiday photo became a battle. It wasn't quite the Clash of Titans that we've had in the past, but it was definitely a war between What I Wanted and What I Got.
This is what we ended up with:
To say "next year I won't bother" would be an outright lie. You know damned well I will!