We took the kids to get their pictures taken today. I have been determined to get a good one of the three of them together, but it just doesn’t seem to happen. I thought maybe if we took them somewhere to have them taken (instead of me taking them) we would have more luck. This one is OK, I guess, in a cheesy-portrait-studio-kind-of-way. At this point I should just be happy they are all looking at the camera, but it’s certainly not THE perfect picture I have in my head. I told Christian I would love to have a picture of them smiling and holding hands on the beach. He told me he wished I could get the $1 million paparazzi crotch shot of Britney Spears to sell to the tabloids, too, but neither one is going to happen.
The outtakes, however, are pretty freakin’ funny. I might even say “priceless.”