On a lighter note...

My boys can be lured into temporary goodness by letting them play with my digital camera. Even though they have their own kid version, they still prefer mine, and all of the pictures are "hilarious, mom!" They just like to flip through them. So, to gain a little peace the other night as well as start my goal to get out from behind the camera more often (go, trauma diet, go!!) we took some silly pictures of all of us and it turns out that my arms aren't quite long enough to catch us all in the shot. These were voted by the boys as favorites:

This is when Junior was the photographer. Not too bad for a five year old. Almost centered and everything.


This was taken mere seconds before Sis got a death grip on a handful of hair and refused to let go until we agreed to put the camera away and put her to bed....

This is the look that happens when mom says it is time to stop taking pictures and get our jammies on. You can't see Junior because he was over on the stairs throwing his own personal tantrum. I declined to record that. He will probably be thankful someday (and I would also like to forget it as well).