"The Worst Fifteen Minutes"

We were "busy" taking our Christmas card picture this weekend (although that does not mean you will get our card before New Years!).  I would like to say that we had the boys in matching outfits, had a theme, or even some composition to the picture, but no.  Instead, we threw the boys outside with a moments notice to take our annual picture.  Thus, the boys are wearing a mish mosh of clothes, Rowan has face painting, and no ones' hair is combed. The boys are squinting from the sun in their eyes.  The puppy looks like a blob next to Patrick's black pants.  But, it got done. 

Thankfully, we have digital now, so that 45 pictures later, we were able to salvage one decent photo and simply delete all of the others.  (Remember having to process all that film to throw away 90% of it?)

I make the whole process, despite the lack of planning, sound so smooth though.  The boys fought.  Liam cried.  Rowan wouldn't stand still or even look forward.  Liam cried.  Conor could barely open his eyes.  Liam cried.  Patrick yelled.  I cried.  And Mark comments that "this is the worst fifteen minutes of the whole year!"

Unfortunately, I thought the whole thing went well!

I guess I have hit some lower fifteen minutes.

Here are some of the rejects: