(Before we get started. Yes, I’m a matchy-matchy mom. But only once or twice a year. Usually a photograph is involved. And they go something like this, so then I wonder why I bother!)
First up, what appears to be an intense rendition of the Hallelujah chorus by Charlie.
Then the, seriously mom…seriously. I’m too old for matchy-matchy.
Which is precisely why Carter’s sizes stop at 7…so I can’t match you with your brothers anymore. Thank Carter’s. Not me.
Ooooh. 50-50. 1 1/2 smiles out of 3. Getting there.
Mom, I think 56 photos is enough. Can I take a nap now?
Candy….you said something about candy?
(There may or may not have been mention of candy. Chocolate. Sitting on Santa’s lap. The Easter Bunny (complete with bunny ears hopping behind my phone…this is why they are all actually looking at the phone.))
(Oh, and I snapped quite a few with my “real camera”…except when I went to look at them after
we were done I had given up, it read “no card in camera.” Boo.)
Such a clown this one.
Then I quit.
Well, I didn’t really quit. I quit for that moment anyways.
Then later, I had them crawl up on a somewhat horizontal tree branch at the park near my mom’s house.
I figured they’d have to be somewhat still.
2 outta 3 smiling ain’t bad…we’ll take it.
(And that’s a wrap!)
Merry Christmas Y’all…from my sillies to yours!
Erin and company