First off, I have to mention that this is our 200th post to this blog. Woot woot!!
I will celebrate by eating 200 M&M's today.
Let's all hope and pray that I actually don't, but somedays my chocolate consumption reaches dangerous levels, especially when I have cute St. Patrick's Day M&M's sitting on my kitchen table.
Second off, it's finally March. Hallelujah! Is it just me or does January AND February draaaaaaaaggggg?
Now back to the title of this post, "The Art of Taking Family Pictures". Do you ever look at other families' pictures and think, "They just take the best pictures ever" or "They are so perfect, why can't my family pictures look that good?" Well, I NEVER think that...I was just wondering if you do.
Family pictures are the bane of my existence. You can guarantee at least two fights will ensue between Cody and me...and a couple weeks ago, we did not disappoint.
I never hire a photographer because I end up feeling like I wasted my money. We're lucky if we get one good picture out of the whole thing and even that good picture has to be edited a gazillion times.
So a couple weeks ago, I decided it was time for a new family picture. I was going to be a guest blogger on This Little Miggy and wanted to attempt to get a good picture of Jett. Cody's mom was in town and I assigned her to be our photographer. She was SUCH a good sport and probably a good referee too (between me and Cody).
Ladies? When you take family pictures, do you pick out what your husband will wear? Apparently that is a crime in our household. I had picked out Cody's clothes and laid them nicely on the bed for him to change into. When he got home from school, he tried to convince me that his wrinkly shirt and dirty jeans that he was wearing were perfect for our family photo.
Cue Fight #1
Well, I won the fight and he changed clothes, but was super bitter about it....which in turn, made me super bitter about everything. In addition to all of this going on, Jett was experiencing some pretty severe chorea (uncontrolled movements and muscle contractions) and was not happy about it. This painted the perfect scenario for some great family pictures, obviously.
We arrived at our destination. Here in Omaha exists a wonderful building that I am OBSESSED with...the Bancroft Street Market. The entire building is covered in graffiti and I love it. If it wasn't in such a ghetto area, I would love to own it someday and turn it into a fitness studio. I thought the colorful exterior walls would be a great backdrop for our photos.
From start to finish, pictures probably took about 5 minutes.
Between the incessant wind blowing in our faces and our oh-so-lovely attitudes, that is all we could handle. Below are some pictures for you to enjoy. The next time you think that someone else's family pictures always turn out perfect, just remember us and you'll feel better about life.
I'm pretty sure in this pic I had just told Cody to button his shirt.
Ladies...this is a NO-NO to tell your husband.
Me=Fake Smile
Cody=Not faking anything, he's mad
More fake smiles
I'm telling Jett, "This is torture, isn't it?"
Cue Fight #2...Cody thought it would be hilarious to pose in front of this sign. If you know us well, you know that we (out of anyone) like to see the humor in everything. On a normal day, I probably would have laughed. Not today...my face says it all.
Sometimes your pants just fall down.
Sometimes you fart in dad's hands.
And then sometimes you just need to be distracted in between pictures.
By the end, we were a little more cheery thanks to Jett...and we got ONE good picture. Phew!