Minor Miracle

There is a special time each year, that should take place sometime mid-November, but usually is put off to at least early December or later, when I get the boys from the bus, rush home and make them take baths, fix their hair, dress them in coordinating outfits, and take them outside for some Christmas pictures. It is torture. Seriously, I’m not sure who gets more frustrated about this tradition, them or me, but we won’t stop the madness. It never goes how we plan, and I get asked at least twice in the first five minutes if we are done yet.I swore I would never do Christmas cards, but then I had kids and like many things in my life, all that changed. We managed this year to take the pictures by mid-December and miraculously got them sent out before Christmas. I just thought I’d share our tiny success and a few of the pictures. The kids are already dreading next year!