I did that last week. I thought to myself 'Self. You should take your own family pictures. And you should include the dog. How hard can it be?'
Haha. Ha. Hahahahahaha. Stupid Bekah-of-four-days-ago. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Every time I set the timer and ran back to get into position the dog thought I was playing and started jumping around, and then Jack caught a wild hare and started making faces.
This next one probably would have been the best...but a certain someone once again bombed it.
Oh here is another one that would have been good, but...
And then. AND THEN! We found an awesome covered bridge just minutes from our house and wanted to take a picture in it. This was going to be it, I could feel it!
Until we saw that a precious little dog had been hit on the side of the road.
So then, we went home, ordered a pizza, and called it quits. I'm thinking this will just be our Christmas card this year...
...it's fitting. I mean really, I don't think anyone can bomb a photo session like we can bomb a photo session, you know?