After Easter church this past Sunday I told the kids and my husband that no one was allowed to change their clothes until I took a few photos. Sure, I like to capture real life… Eli in his Cars t-shirt that he wears every other day, Evie using the umpteenth roll of scotch tape on yet another art project, Leo chewing up the plastic squeak toy I just bought him… But every once in awhile (like, maybe twice a year), Eli is wearing pants with buttons (God-forbid) and Evie is wearing a pretty dress she picked out herself (with maybe a little guidance from her mama) and I even put on a skirt and retire the yoga pants (total shocker) and we all look put together and is it too much to ask? I want a photo. Or two. Or maybe a dozen.
Okay, I totally bribed them. But I was successful.
I love my family.
And God bless my patient husband who is such a trooper when I decide to do these little photos shoots. And that Leo, totally photo bombed the last pic, but it just fits, does it not?