And one in front of the house, for posterity and all.
The yearly saga of a Christmas pictures has begun.
Because, add to Christmas pictures:
- the fact that my mother begs for an updated family picture every time we visit (the last one was when Andrew was a baby.)
- My own wall testifies that I have only two children, not three (how awful is that coming from a girl who takes pictures EVERY DAY?!)
So-the pressure was on.
But wait! I DESPISE (as does Matt) going to get photos "done" because the timing is never right, children are inevitably cranky, and the only ones we could afford are Walmart brand and frankly: those have only ever STUNK of our family.
So-got me a handy dandy remote and "figured I could do SOMETHING".
over 200 pictures. 4 different "locations". And not a one that I am proud of.
You see, anyone with half a brain would realize that a baby doesn't look at a camera if no one is trying to GET her to look. So the only time she ever did was when I was BY the camera--and by default, not IN the picture. (So much for a family picture then...) But, sometimes half of my brain is on hiatus and that thought didn't occur to me.... Until 300 pictures later. After all was said and done I cursed the camera, cursed the remote and cursed the notion of ever trying to take a family picture in the first place. Then laughed as every. single. picture had someone yawning/staring off into space/a head turned/etc. then I cried. (not really-but almost.)
It is sorta funny. In Picasa if you go through the pictures as fast as you can it looks like a movie. really funny stuff. So I made a slideshow, but it doesn't have the same effect since it won't switch pictures fast enough. Oh well.
Remind me next year to fork over the cash, would you please?!?