I try to take cute pictures of my kids. I really, truly do. Somehow though, things just never seem to work out. I knew I was being overly-ambitious today when I brought out the camera.
On our way to church this morning, I realized by happy chance my kids all coordinated. I had both the girls wear their dressy velvety-taffeta dresses and kind of look alike that way, but Ezra matching was total coincidence. As Ezra usually throws a fit whenever I try to coordinate him with the girls, I figured I'd take a few matchy-matchy shots while I had the chance.
Before we go any further, I have to warn you that you're going to see some hideous dead flowers on my porch. I always intended to plant some mums in place of the dead ones, but just never got around to it...just imagine some pretty gold and red mums in the flower bucket. So consider yourself warned.
It started off by Georgia refusing to get off the ground.
Oh...and my lens was smudgy.
Ezra, on the other hand, swore up and down he wasn't having any pictures of him taken.
It was at this point in time that I gave up and went inside exasperated. I'm a big baby, I know, but it just wasn't my day. My husband, bless his heart, kept on truckin' on for my sake.
Once Georgia decided to cooperate (only semi-cooperate of course 'cause she wouldn't reallly smile because she was exhausted from a couple of late nights), things took a turn for the better.
(I swear this girl is so photogenic it kills me. It doesn't matter what she does, she basically doesn't take a bad picture...well, unless she's making her stupid red-neck, teeth-baring face...but if she's smiling, chances are she looks adorable. I would say that probably every mother thinks that, but that isn't the case with Scarlett and Ezra. They're waaay harder to get good pictures of. Not because they're any less cute, just less photogenic, I guess.)
Especially once Scarlett got in on the act.
Eventually Ezra surfaced for air to bring me a dandelion he had found. Spencer managed to convince him that I'd appreciate beautiful pictures of him even more than a "beautiful flower to put in [my] hair".
I don't know if it counts for beautiful, but I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating chips (well...actually, I probably would :P).
And of course, what worth are coordinating outfits without a few group shots...HAHAHAHAHA!! Excuse me while I laugh at the mere thought of my three children cooperating long enough for us to get a picture of all of them smiling, while looking at the camera, and holding still. Sorry folks, just doesn't happen. You'll have to take these instead.
And my personal fave...