family photo hilarity {and Merry Christmas to you!}

Because this is Charlie's first Christmas, we decided that, yep, it was time to start sending out Christmas cards. {we put it off for a long time, because, you see, we are in denial of our adulthood. ironically, we have a baby now. denial doesn't fly anymore.}

And of course, if you send out cards, you should probably send a picture. And since I'm a photographer, a picture shouldn't really be a problem.

{You can see where this is going...}

First of all, I picked a bad day for a family photo. Charlie was coming down with what we'd later find out was a nasty virus--the poor kid had a fever, and has been all zoned out and pale for most of the morning. But, being the type-A, schedule-oriented planner that I am, I told Marty that Today. Was. The. Day. We pumped Charlie with tylenol and forged ahead.

Second of all, I know several talented photographers who I'm happy to call my friends. I could have {should have?} asked one of them to help us out. But, nope, we resorted to the old stack-of-books-on-top-of-the-vase trick. Which meant lots of ridiculous test shots, which took a crazy amount of time, and used up lots of "happy baby" minutes {if you're a parent, I'm sure you know what I'm talking about}.

Here's one of those awesome shots. Notice that the boys are out of focus, and Charles is starting to look testy...


We get it all set up. And then, I thought it would be a good idea to hold a sign that said, "Merry Christmas." Turns out that foam signs are excellent chew toys for 10-month-olds. Which is super... except when you're trying to get a decent picture.


For a few shots, we tossed the sign. In the process, the camera got knocked off...


Back on track. Oh wait...


Then we covered up the baby's face on accident...

Then the baby puked all over my silly sign, and started screaming.

I'll interpret our faces for you.
Me: "Perfect family picture dreams = ruined."
Marty: "This is epic."
Charlie: "CRUEL WORLD."

We coerced Charlie into a better mood, and got this happy-looking picture... except C looks like he's wearing a wig from Star Trek... and his socks don't match his shirt...


And then we were all done, and my ever-cheerful husband decided to take more pictures. And I gave him the look.


And so, because we didn't end up with one perfectly-perfect picture, we threw a bunch together, and titled this year's Christmas card photo, "Reality."


...because, well, we're all about honesty over here at our house. Perfection? Pfffsh. Give me real life, any day. Baby-puke-on-Christmas-signs and all.

Merry Christmas, from our family to yours :)