My children are naturally unphotogenic. It's the only thing they got from me. Well, that and their mitochondria.
So they are not to be blamed entirely for today's miserably failed photoshoot.
I got up early today and dressed the girls in a gift from Grandma Betsy: "St. Patrick's Day 2008" t-shirts. They--my girls, that is--looked squishably cute. And then it occured to me that their outfits expire today. You just can't re-wear shirts that are specifically dated. I mean, how many times could my kids wear those clothes to playgroup without somebody coming up to me and saying, "Hey, Elise, I noticed your kids are still wearing those St. Patrick's Day shirts, and I also heard you spend like a hundred bucks a month on groceries... are you guys... okay?" Hmmm. Yeah. Not keeping the t-shirts. Time to get out the camera.
Anyway, like I said: the results are less than fabulous. My kids are cuter in person. Also, they do not pose. Nor do they smile at the same time. It's part of their much larger, evil, premortally-planned plot entitled "Driving Mommy Insane."
"Hey Cware, stop pushing me!"
"See, Cware, that's what happens when you push."
"Mommy, I don't like taking pictures."
This is possibly the weirdest smile I have ever seen from Grace.
Claire getting hungry.
Here Grace employs the famous "Mommy Photo Face."
A mediocre but well-behaved shot.