Yesterday was THE day. We smooshed and smashed all the crazies into their "Going to Town" clothes, slicked back their cowlicks, and headed off for our yearly pictures. I haven't seen any of the real ones yet, but when we were done, I ordered the nutjobs to stay put and took a few of my own.
Luckily it was mild weather--not raining and freezing or freakishly sunny and sweltering, so our layered outfits weren't an issue. Now I'm not saying we don't have PLENTY of other issues, but complaining about being too hot or too cold was thankfully not on the list. And I have a small, tiny, scared, timid glimmer of hope hiding in the deepest, darkest recesses of my brain that we may end up with a decent, usable picture. At least one wherein everyone looks human rather than alien, and is not exhibiting any signs of rabies.
Keeping their attention for an extra 5 minutes proved challenging, but I got a few of them at their silliest. Avery thought it was "cool" to put his hands in his pockets--but his pants were a bit big and kept sliding down. By the end, he was in this completely hunched over position just to keep his hands in his pockets. Hey, looking cool is sometimes hard work.
Happy Turkey Day. Now go ahead and unbutton those jeans and enjoy a good day of marathon eating.