Like most moms, I insist on family Christmas photos every year in everyone's Sunday Christmas attire. Every year everyone moans and gnashes their teeth when I announce it. Except Scott has come to terms with it. And Irelynd doesn't mind. Ok, it's really just Savannah sighing and Brighton has a conniption. This year we actually got everyone looking in the same direction and smiling, no photo shopping done! Amazing!
This is how the rest of the photos went.
These made me laugh. This is the norm in our house. Irelynd is going through the motions. Waverly is doing her ditzy/deer-in-the-headlights look, Keaton is trying to figure out who farted, Brighton is harassing the baby, and Savannah is about to whack him for it. And Boston is daydreaming of big milky boobs. Just keeping it real, folks.
My handsome boys.
and cute twinners.
See, he doesn't always cry in photos.
Mostly.
Comforting baby brother.
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