Each year, I try to capture an image of my family that would be appropriate for a Christmas card. No easy feat, I assure you. Photographing three sons is like gathering up the contents of a broken egg. Add my granddaughter as well (She learned her mugging skills from the best--her father!) and you have even more complication. This season there were several attempts to produce something that would make them appear sweet and kind. This is what I get.
Next effort? Even worse. Now they're synchronizing their antics.
And this year, I even made the effort to get a photo of the three boys and their girlfriends (and fiancee). Would that be better? Decide for yourself.
And even when I try to get a photo of Patrick and Christine, there's mutual interference from both Seth and Patrick. Ha, ha, ha. . .
Did I get a photo? Well, not exactly. The only photo of the boys and Taija that makes them look reasonably presentable includes me. Not what I was looking for, but the best I can get.
And finally, one of the couples that finally worked out. They are left back to right Seth and Rachel and Sam and Samantha (his fiancee) and in front, Patrick and Christine--playing it straight.
The whole time we're taking pictures, you understand, everyone else (including the photographer) is reeling with laughter. It never enhances the seriousness of the process. What seriousness? By now after all these years, it has, I believe, become a challenge for them. 'Let's see how quickly we can make her laugh until she's crying?????' I'm sure they're thinking. I didn't want to count. And I'm sure they lost count.
I was ready for a nap by the end of it!