*I knew while at my parents I wanted them to take a picture of the 5 of us. Like always, I waited until the last minute.*
*No, I didn’t let Graham stand there in his matching shorts with his brother Mason, having just gone pee pee on them right before this picture was taken.*
*Thankfully, no one can see the price tag on his plain white t shirt I hurriedly placed over him to substitute his matching t shirt that was covered in marinara pizza sauce.*
*No, I didn’t use the old-fashion way of removing pizza sauce from his face = licking my finger to rub it off his face. Then proceeding to slick his hair to the side with the help of the pizza sauce.*
*No, I really didn’t crop the photo for space…it was to cover spit-up from Mason’s pizza crust on my skirt.*
*Lastly, thought we would get a great photo or two with my *nicer* camera. No one smiled for any of those photos. Only with my camera phone does anyone decide to look half way decent.*
This just goes to prove no matter how much one can plan for a perfect family photo…it is probably just not.going.to.happen, at least in this house.
THANK YOU!