Tonight I’m doing what all procrastinating middle-class American parents are doing: online Christmas shopping and trying to work on our Christmas picture. Sure, I glanced through the photos after Thanksgiving, and then again last week when we had our second photo shoot. But since I didn’t see anything that popped out as immediately remarkable, I thought I’d let them simmer, you know? Perhaps after a week or so they’d better? Less crazy? Prettier? More in focus?
Apparently digital photography doesn’t work that way.
After receiving our first 2 cards in the mail today (I’m looking at you, Renee and Emily D.) panic set in. So I completely set aside all plans for Theme Thursday and decided to hunt down the perfect card. And hunt I did. Until tears of laughter and tears of sorrow mingled on my cheeks. Because among the hundred or so pics I got, not one is good. Not one, according to my annoyingly high standards, is even acceptable. Lots of factors of course, but the common denominator was the subject of the sweet birth story I wrote yesterday.
Sweet heavens but that child is spastic in group photos. He’s a perfect angel when he’s on his own (see center photo below) but in a group? Fuggedaboutit. I’m not even exaggerating when I say Gabriel Ruined Our 2013 Christmas Photo.
Don’t believe me? Here’s proof:
One Dozen Ways Gabriel Ruined Our 2013 Christmas Photo
There you have it, kids. A sneak peek of the crazy that will soon be arriving in your mailboxes and/or posted on ye olde blog.
Got a dozen donuts? A dozen kids? A dozen reasons for not showering? Snap a photo and link it up with Clan Donaldson. Happy Dozens Day!