I wanted to get a photo of the kids together in their holiday finery. Something set against a spring inspired, simple back drop. I wanted two cherubic faces with four wide-but-not-too-wide opened blue eyes staring back at me. I wanted photographing-nut-mom's nirvana.
Instead I got this:
The moment I sat them at the top of our little hill and put the camera to my eye, Logan yelled out "CHEESE!" and put on his *best* phony smile. Can't you tell? And I swear, I know my daughter. I know that face. That is the "What the heck are you doing, Brabee?!" face.
Clearly the photo I had longed for and Grandma already had a frame picked out for was not to be mine this year. We'll be settling for two seperate photos instead.