So what do you do when you’re sick as a dog, there are only eight days until Christmas and you realize you have no Christmas cards to send? Throw holiday shirts on the children, a red collar on the dog and grab the camera. (No, the cats never deign to join us for such family activities.) My family being my family—of course—laughter, chaos and a total disrespect for mom being sick ensued:
At one point they were laughing so hard they both fell over and naturally it was just as I hit the button. Mini says “Whatever”.
After deciding they were too comfortable on the couch, I moved them into the den (you can barely see the lavender walls in the background) and tried to take a picture against the white curtains (because our freakin’ tree isn’t up yet). The first problem—framing both of them in the shot would be damn near impossible (I don’t call them Tall Kid and Short Kid for nothing). So I made the Tall Kid kneel (and if he would straighten you’d see he’s probably still taller than the Short Kid) and something happened (I’m going to assume, because I know my sons, it involved the passing of gas) and the amount of hilarity ensuing was too great to overcome.
Mini, who’d been repositioned, moved, picked up, sat down and subjected to enough camera flashes to feel like she was stuck in the Flashdance strobe light scene, made her great escape.
Believe it or not, I got two pictures out of it and, thanks to the wonder of the Walmart online photo center and one-hour option, I’ll have Christmas cards by 10am tomorrow. (I’ll post the finish product on Christmas Day so you can all see it.)