And we were typically a few minutes late when it was just the two....
But still, it was Easter and all. The weather was amazing. The kids were all wearing church shoes.
The occasion required pictures.
Even though we were already running late.
I was still inside, probably chugging grapefruit juice from the jug and grabbing my make up bag to make myself look presentable during the 15 minute car ride.
What I'm trying to say is, I was no help with the pics. It was all up to Cory.
And from the looks of things, he could've used some help.
(I would really like to know what Cory was doing/saying right then to warrant the mass look of bewilderment.)
And not with my youngest...he's still just confused by the feel of the ground beneath his feet.
This one has permanent ants in her pants.
She's a clown. With a dash of diva stirred in.