I took all afternoon getting our girls dolled up for the photo shoot. Their has was combed (this is a rarity), they looked adorable in their matching cream cable-knit sweater dresses and shiny shoes, they had had the annual pep talk: “We’re going to Wal-Mart and a nice lady is going to take your picture so you need to be happy and say ‘Cheese!’ and then I’ll get you a BIG TREAT AFTERWARDS, OK?”
They were ready.
Until we actually got there, met the grumpy sales associate who made us wait for 15 minutes, and had too much time to forget the pep talk. After running laps around the studio, trying to kill time, we went to the back and the photographer (who clearly despises her job) kind of threw the kids up on a platform and hoped for the best.
My eldest child was surprisingly cooperative, my middle child was angry and would not stop waving her arms around and scowling, and my youngest child, although very cute, was hunched over and cross-eyed.
I picked the least awful proof of the bunch, but next year I think I am going to pick the WORST one just to show everyone: this? This here? IS MY LIFE. Merry Christmas!
(Photo Credit: awkwardfamilyphotos.com)
Do you force your children to take Christmas photos? Is it generally a positive experience or an annual trial that the whole family dreads?