Christmas 2010

So, I didn't take any pictures of my kids at Christmas. I know, I know...loser parent. I don't know what happened to me this year. I didn't get the camera out on Christmas morning at home (that has honestly never happened since Avery was born) and I didn't get the camera out on Christmas night in Oklahoma. I had the camera with me, I just didn't use it. I didn't think much of it at the time, only a nagging feeling that maybe I should have...but now I'm depressed about it. I feel like a bad mother who doesn't think her kids are cute or funny anymore, so why bother with pictures. So I'm sad. Luckily, I do have this group of pictures to make me laugh...in fact, after looking at the results of this "photo shoot" I dare you to NOT have a smile on your face.

Here's the background story: My mom realized a few months ago that her grandkids' ages, as of Christmas Day, would be exactly 1,2,3,4,5,6,7, and 8. So she just knew she had to commemorate this occasion. She bought them all bright colored sweatshirts and painted wooden numbers for each of them to hold. We (she and I) honestly thought we could pull this off without a hitch. Ok, we thought there might be like, ONE hitch, but we really thought we'd get an excellent, beautiful, adorable picture of all 8 children. I guess we forgot that two of these numbers are ONE and TWO. You've probably guessed by now that things didn't go as planned. Especially with a TWO year old involved. A tired, overwhelmed, cranky two year old. What were we thinking?

Here's what we ended up with....

Here's one with RJ (Mr. Two) crying.

Here's one with Mr. Two leaving.

Here's one with Uncle Bo putting the 2 in front of him...notice he tries to kick it over. If memory serves me correctly, he did, in fact, kick it over.

Here's one with Mr. Two throwing the 2.

Here's one with Mr. Two crying again...and yet, we still haven't taken the hint that this picture is NOT going to happen.

Here's a repeat of Uncle Bo and the kicking. Seriously, it happened twice. I can prove it by the numbers on the pictures.

I will end by saying that these are the best pictures that came out of my camera. There are shots with my sister making threats to Mr. Two (he didn't care), there are shots of Mr. One leaving and crying (He sat more still and stopped crying when Mr. Two was doing his thing...he knew he wasn't going to be able to upstage that one), there are more shots of Uncle Bo trying his hardest to give Mr. Two his 2. And even more shots of Mr. Two throwing, kicking and generally hating the 2. So we gave up.

We are giving serious thought to using this one and photoshopping Mr. One and Mr. Two in on a happier, less exhausted day. What do you think?

(FYI- I have no clue how to photoshop people into a picture so we have a better chance of Mr. Two calling me up, apologizing for his crankiness that evening, and asking if we can reschedule the photo shoot than we do of me getting the picture my mom wanted. But hey, I'd like to thank Mr. Two for making me laugh out loud every time I look at these pictures. I can't wait until he's Mr. Twenty-Two so I can show him!)