Seriously! I feel that we have some sort of a curse. We have posed for at least 50 pictures this Christmas, and I haven’t been happy with any of them. Entertained, yes, but not happy. Is it me? Am I too much of a perfectionist? I’ll let you be the judge.
Someone doesn’t want to be here–I won’t mention any names, but it’s the bald kid.
Why do I look like I’m having a difficult procedure performed off camera? But how cute is Carson?BTW, yes, I did plan the matching outfits. It was Christmas for crying out loud. And Trent and I look pretty good in this one! Too bad our child is running from us like he’s on the start line of a big race.Now we enter the section of photos which, and, Babe, please forgive me, but my husband had a serious case of the Chandler Bing. He could not get a natural smile with his eyes open. There are several more you don’t see here. I need a photoshop expert to come and perform an eye-transplant from a better photo.