E for Easter

E is for Easter. Easter rolled around and I decided it was the perfect day to take another family picture.  When I announced to the Chief that it would be the perfect day to take a picture, I got the typical eye-roll.  I picked out his clothes, told Little Man to put on a purple shirt, and we headed outside to take a family picture. Easy-peasy.

You know what isn’t easy?  Getting a dog to say cheese.  Molly wanted nothing to do with taking a family picture.  She didn’t understand why we were all standing together trying to get her to sit.  When she tried to be obedient, she would be sitting with her back to the camera.  Then I would take three minutes to position her in the right place, Chief would set the timer on the camera and run over to us.  When he started running, she thought it was time to play so she would run towards him instead of sitting still in the spot I had just positioned her in.  Most of the pictures were us laughing hysterically because of Molly.  We moved to the back yard and took a picture by the massive rock that God dumped on our property.  We stuck Little Man on top of the rock with Molly.  As soon as we were all positioned, Molly would shove her face down into Chief’s hair, and of course the camera went off.  Back and forth about six times.  Forty pictures later, Chief looked at me and said, “DONE.”  

I wasn’t about to push it.  I figured out of forty pictures we would have plenty that came out good.  WRONG.  We got two.

This is crazy...same picture, a year apart.  Little Man is now taller than both of us. Scary.  What's more scary?  He will be driving in two years.