It’s true. The joke is always on me when I think a family picture is a good idea. And forget Micah and me, taking a picture of both of my kids is even a joke. My sister Megan — the picture taking maniac — just said that taking pictures of my kids is tricky. My “non smilers” are either looking away, or more often, Scout is making a funny or stinky face. So when I had the bright idea of getting them to kiss in this year’s Christmas photo session, I was an utter fool. The first day of shooting was a horrible mess. I knew Micah was going to come to our rescue the next day, and he was literally holding Icka at the waist, as he was trying to reason — scold — and then threaten Scout into kissing Sweets. (I don’t blame him since Icka had a snoofy nose, and I wouldn’t be friends with snoofy nosers in my youth.) Out of many, many pictures, we had only one that was usable. So I am making an across the board announcement — when you open your mailbox to our Christmas card (yes, some may be arriving post 25th), blame the kids for a mediocre picture. Which in the end, unfortunately makes a mediocre card.
(Here is a family shot at the Dana Point boat parade, where Scout insisted on trying to undress in the 40 degree weather. Some things I get — that, I don’t.)
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