My least favorite day of the entire year rolled around.....Christmas picture day. I swear, I need to take a shot of tequila just to deal with the events that unfold. It has not gotten any easier over the years. I still sweat, cuss under my breath and threaten my kids with every thing imaginable.
It all started when I told the boys that they could pick out what they were going to wear for the photos. I hate cheesy Xmas photos with matching outfits, ties and bows. So, we did a little shopping. Grady picked out all black, black leather gloves and a shark tooth necklace. Myles opted for a reindeer sweater vest that he wanted to wear without a shirt under it. Tis the season. Luckily, I can still put Emma in anything and she doesn't care at all.
We arrived at the photo place and had to change. A massive fight broke out between the boys because they both just had to wear the black leather gloves. I mean, who wouldn't want to wear black leather gloves?! Grady won because it was his idea to bring them. While they were fighting, Emma pooped in her diaper. Being the prepared mother that I am, I didn't have a diaper bag (never carry one) or wipes. I did have a diaper crammed in my bag. I had to wipe her with brown, cardboard like paper towels in the bathroom. Poor third child.
Pictures rolled around and the kids were great. They smiled and did what the photographer asked. Emma even enjoyed the adventure.
Then....all hell broke loose. We had to choose the photos. Emma was running around throwing the props. Balls from the fake Christmas trees were flying. The boys were pretending to fart on the teddy bears used for portraits. They were jumping, running, yelling.....My blood pressure was rising.
I chose pics and we had to wait an hour to get them. Meanwhile, Emma pooped again and was running around stinking and yelling, "pooped, Pooped, stinky, stinky, diaaaaper."
Goodness. I certainly can wait another year for this day to come again. I might even make my mom fly down just for the big day.
What angles....
You would have no idea I just pooped my pants
I let Myles go shirtless. What a stud
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