This Christmas my Goal In Life was to FINALLY get a decent picture of our little family. I had big plans for that over Thanksgiving while we were visiting with my photographing genius BFF Lily but we didn't really want to remember what I looked like after 24 hours of barfing my guts out so, yeah, THAT got bumped. Up to this point, these are the two photos of the three of us together:
Both cute, although the first one was about 5 seconds after they rolled me into recovery and ripped the blue shower cap off my snarly giving-birth/c-section bedhead. Our baby is now 4 months old and when I was trying to find a pic to include in our Christmas card there wasn't one of her that, well, looked like she does now and featured both of her parents at the same time. So we set off to get 'er done this year. And it took EFFORT, people. Shall I illustrate?
Family photo attempt #14:
Family photo attempt #23:
Family photo attempt #363:
And finally, on our 4,387th try, we got one in which we are all looking at the camera and relatively happy. John's head is cut off but we'll settle. Merry Christmas to me! Maybe next year we'll get another one, sigh.
Know what sucks? When everyone leaves after a perfectly lovely visit. I HATE IT. We had a blast with my family this week.
How could you NOT have fun when your sister walks off the plane in candy cane socks that MATCH your daughter's Christmas outfit?
"Banana Nana" got to show off her grandbaby to anyone who would look…
(And lots of people looked … because? Babies? SO CUTE.)
Also? We fell in L-O-V-E with our cousin Robert all over again.
Sigh. We miss you Christmas. Good thing we're doing it all over again tomorrow with John's side of the family! YAY!