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Yesterday I took some pictures of the kids and ended up with an outtake or ten.
And since they are clearly the best part of torturing my kids, I was pretty happy.
Happy, sad, hysteria, all three at once?
We don’t discriminate against any emotion at the Allen house.
The set up was ridiculously bad, the closed eyes added to the greatness, but at
least Grace saved it with that lovely look on her face. Sweet waffles, help us all.
This is totally what I meant when I asked him to look at me and smile.
Um, Grace, somehow you are making the group shot
above look like the professional photo of the year.
How my request to smile turned into this fine photo, I’ll never know. She really isn’t an angry child.
But me thinks I’d better get her into anger management anyway. You know, to be safe.
While taking a photo of another one of the kids, I turned around to Nate setting up his own
individual shot. And he obviously nailed it. Don’t be jealous, Olan Mills, don’t be jealous.
Sorry Ben, no matter how many crazy faces you pull, I’m still
going to pester you until I get a real smile. Carry on.
A couple of years ago I got a really great hugging picture of my kids. Clearly it went to my head.
Err, what?
Please make my mommy stop taking pictures. I’ll work on my anger, I promise.