I have a freakishly photogenic husband. The man has no bad angles. He never takes a bad picture.
And it seems like his photogenic genes wear off on the kids in all the pictures they take together. Maybe that’s how we could nearly effortlessly snag this beauty Easter morning. (No, that’s not a purple chick trapped on Leyna’s head with a gigantic headband. Just a bow. Oh yes, I am *that* mom who may be guilty of abusing the large-bow-on-headband-with-a-splash-of-feather-boa. You can laugh, but I need to start creating blackmail material now for future prom dates.)
Or, it could just be that I rock it behind the camera. Let’s just say that. Either way, the pictures of me and the kids (yes, I’m really trying to get more of ME in them these days), always end up looking something like this.
And eventually, this. THIS is my “I’m done, turn of that damn camera. SERIOUSLY, this is never happening” face.
That last one, I think, just might make the mantel.
Hope you all had a great weekend!