I love Christmas cards. Every year I try to think up the most original way to wish people a happy holiday. I used to just humiliate the dog with my yuletide handiwork, but now that we have a baby it is so much better! I just wish they appreciated it as much as I do.
I am pretty sure that our dog, Sally, is in the witness relocation program, since she avoids having photos taken of her like the plague. I could understand her displeasure the years I made her wear hats, or a sash, but this year all she had to do was sit in the snow next to the baby. She sits next to the baby all the time, so I really didn't see the big deal. Once we got the camera out though, she couldn't get far enough away, and she didn't care how she had to do it.
Meg wasn't much help either, and she normally enjoys having her picture taken. Today though, her fascination with the snow outweighed her love of the lens, and she would everywhere BUT the camera. The addition of the snowsuit and gloves didn't help either, as she spent a large portion of the time trying to locate her hands and ears.
Did I mention it was totally freezing the entire time we were taking pictures? Oh, and that while Meg was bundled up, Ryan and I were idiots in just sweatshirts? Yeah, I'm lucky I still have fingers.
Both my Dad and I were shooting photos, and both of us had our cameras to take multiple pictures at a time. Out of all of those photos I think maybe one or two are usable. The rest just document the chaos.
It's all worth it though. Our cards, once again, will be awesome.