This is us. I wish I could say I'm this creative. No. chance. Truthfully, we just needed to get a picture where
someone wasn't - pulling someone's hair, picking their nose, hitting their brother or sister, breaking down over their binky being ripped out of their mouth...the list could keep going & going.
My dad is a photographer - extraordinaire. He woke up at the crack of dawn to get this photo-shoot set up for us. When we arrived - we were anything, but cooperative (except for my hair - thank you Lord)!!
It was cold - Ohio cold. The boys hats were reminiscent of Cousin Eddie (Christmas Vacation)...the girls' hairbows were too tight (left a red mark on the baby's head) and Mr. Q and I were functioning on 3 hours of sleep with the help of a shared vente Americano.
But that's the magic of the camera, isn't it? Because I don't think we look half bad. Ironic isn't it? True life always happens when no one is watching.
