Family photos. The epitome of a stressful situation. Parents want the perfect smile; the cutest outfit. Kids would rather be anywhere other than a studio, having to sit and contort themselves into different positions in order to get a “great job” from the photographer.
I hope my sister doesn’t kill me. However, I must share this picture of the two of us:
My sister looked adorable. As always. Whatever.
These were the types of photos I recall being forced to sit through. In some, I’m sporting a bowl cut. In others, I’ve got this pseudo mullet going on.
And because of my own experiences, I have a more laid back approach when it comes to photos with my own children:
I don’t force my boys to wear stupid outfits (well, I know Nolan looks very posh, but is that not the cutest little outfit, ever?). Ben can wear jeans. His hair isn’t perfect. I didn’t put a ton of gel in it. It was chaotic and loud. Ben was clowning around; Nolan kept trying to escape. We did the best we could with what we had, and called it a day. As a friend of mine commented in regards to these Christmas photos: “it’s chaos, but it’s real life!!!”
And, that it is.