WE INTERRUPT THE HALLOWEEEN POSTING BECAUSE I'M TEARING MY HAIR OUT HERE.
SO here's something Halloween that is completely unrelated to the subject of this post:
She's a Tribble. And she's holding my phaser.
And if you don't know what that means, you need to go watch Star Trek. Now.
BACK TO MY PENDING RANT:
We recently took our annual family picture. We do this every year in the fall, and about the same time I do portraits for my wonderful friends & family so they can send me a Christmas card. My goal is to have every Christmas card I receive enclose a photo that I took. So I been kinda busy. Taking pitchers of everyone I know and their wonderful kids.
When it came time to do my own kids, something completely different happened. My kids don't like it when I take their pitchers. It took me 90 minutes to do my family, and less than thirty to do the family I scheduled for right after our portrait. And the other family had more kids than we do. I have evil childern.
I'd like to share some examples with you -- we'll start of a couple normal kids as control:
|Unfortunately, my child.|
|MY child, who is apparently Queen of the Rock|
|My child, again.|
|Insane Niece masquerading as a normal child|
|My Oldest Child|
|My lovely daughters....|
|Adorable normal child|
|My attractive boys|
|Sweet little sisters|
|Brothers demonstrating a headlock.|
|Normal sweet child.|
|When will this end?|
|Looks like they like each other, the normal family.|
I have no response for that. The normal family. There are limits, you know. That family looks SO good that I wouldn't want to screw it up by posting our disastrous photo. Maybe if you get lucky, I'll send you one for Christmas. Hope that I don't. You really don't want to see what happens when I put the camera on a tripod, walk away and hope for the best. Maybe next time I'll try one of those electronic dog collar things on each of the kids -- I could press the button and force simultaneous smiles. Gonna have to look into that....