We never made it to our "Fall Place" just outside of town. I was sad about it, but there just wasn't a free weekend. I am noticing the older my kids get, the more our weekends are full. So, I gave everyone 24 hour notice..."I'm taking your picture for your grandparents tomorrow. Whatever that means for hair, showers, etc. be prepared!"
Right across the street is an old concrete barrier, and for about 2 weeks out of the year, we get these beautiful red leafy vines. That's my go-to backdrop.
Sweet Cheeks (in a real smile...we said something to evoke it).
Big Ben, whose oldest sister picked out his clothes and dictated what he should wear.
And because of that, she asked him for a "prom picture" with her....
...which got a little carried away.
Firstborn. Sigh. Going, going...
Miss Middler, who looks a whole lot more like a middle schooler than she did even last week.
Twinkle Toes, who no longer walks on her toes, but twinkles, none the less.
And the whole gang.
CC grumped a little. He didn't want to get a shower on a Saturday. He didn't want to have a photo shoot. So, I told him I'd just get pictures of the kids. Meanwhile, he gelled his hair, threw on a shirt, and joined us. I didn't guilt him, I really didn't. I was very pleasant.
I asked for one...just one...timed picture. And it turned out great.
Iphotos auto-cropped a version and knocked CC right out, which made us all laugh. Life without Papa would be no life at all.