hot mess holiday

as everyone knows, 'tis the season to get those holiday cards ready, and, as an added bonus, we are busying ourselves getting the girls' second birthday party underway. and this, people, means pictures. o.m.g.

in years past, we have always just snapped a picture, or 100, of the kids for our christmas cards, but now that they are mobile and fast and uncooperative, c thought that it was a grand idea to take them to a photo place to get holiday pictures done. o.m.g.

rhys was a rock star. lyncoln and quinn were hot messes. hot messes, i tell ya!

we tried to be prepared. we brought a horn and bells and a singing chicken. we thought for sure that we could get them all to look at something that made noise. how wrong we were. so, c resorted to jumping around and hooting and hollering like a lunatic, and the kids proceeded to look at her like she was a lunatic. it was about this time that i realized that my jeans were falling down in the back, and i didn't care. no, i did not care one bit that the photo place was packed and my gutchies were hanging out... i was trying to score the perfect christmas picture, people!

after what seemed like an eternity, we got a few pics that we were satisfied with. of course, we had to weed through the endless hot mess pictures to find the diamonds in the rough, and, of course, while we were weeding, the kids were losing their ever-loving minds!

now, without further adieu...