I have been trying to get some sort of a holiday photo taken of the girls. Usually easier said than done. Last week, I trekked to Rural King to take advantage of a mildly publicized Santa. My logic was a short line and photos out of the way. But, alas, he had headed back to the North Pole before we arrived. So I shifted my focus to take the pictures myself. I have been waiting for the perfect moment with two healthy, cheery children, a helper and a beautifully decorated house. This plan is slowly coming to fruition, but we have had some set backs. Both girls have had either bright red noses, scrapes and bumps on foreheads and cheeks or a combination of these, all blemishes I hope will not be gracing our holiday photos. I am ready to wrap them in bubble wrap and quarantine them until I can get a single fresh faced photo. My goal is to get the traditional holiday cards out with the bragging perfect photos of our children sometime before the holidays. Though I only think that those who have some overly complicated secret scoreboard going in their head, tallying the faux pas of others that violate some surreptitious code unknown to most real people, would notice if they came in the new year.
So I will trudge on to try to get those cards out. Be looking for them in a mailbox near you!