It was incredibly noble of her, because I have married a man who would rather float in a swimming pool of poo then get his picture taken, much less a family picture where you're supposed to be posed and look happy and all that stuff.
He gave us one hour.
And that was with the promise that he didn't have to smile, be posed, or do anything he thought was dumb.
Do you see what a champion that sister-in-law of mine is?
I think she did totally awesome.
I now present to you the finalists.
I am letting you decide.
Well, I'm letting you put forth your opinion, and then I will decide for myself.
But still, a little input might be helpful.
Picture One . . . what's with the arm, Dearest?:
Picture Two . . . look at Olivia and K.J.'s faces in this one:
Picture Three . . . what is with my arm? And Liv has a hangnail:
Picture Four . . . little sister revenge:
Picture Five . . . the classic road pic. We have a walking family photo from every phase of our family, so I will certainly print this one out. But is the big family room one?
Thank you for your time.
And get back to me.