This morning we attempted to get our family portrait taken. Attempt being the operative word. Might I say that E was not the least bit cooperative. Until the very end, when we put him down in the middle of the pool table and the photographer stood on it to take his picture. I think he realized that he was doing something illegal because then he was all about being cheery and smiling. Perhaps some of that had to do with me taking off his clothes so he could be back to his happy naked self.
By the way, the cleaning lady told us as we walked by that the baby is probably cold.
Everyone has to have an opinion.