Twelve Twelve Twelve

12-12-12.  I just like to look at it.   And not just because it won't happen again for a thousand years, but because it's pretty.

I am thrilled about this picture. Most of our Sunday mornings are chaotic and stressful. I wanted to get my family out after mass for a picture. It's been a year since we took a family photo [unless Las Vegas counts]. Nothing like last year when I made it my project to get at least one family photo  each month. That was so much fun by the way and not a lot of work for something that was pretty great.

Last Sunday it was impossible to organize it so that we could be ready right after mass so I just knew it wouldn't happen.  Fast forward to our post mass - Wyatt's first Sunday as an altar server - celebration at Panera. He served with Sarah and one other girl. He did so good. The week before he stood up with the cantor and sang his little heart out, though he is still a bit timid and doesn't project all that well, my heart busts up with pride to see him give it a shot.

So at Panera while we all sat in bagel bliss, I lamented the loss of my December - possible Christmas card worthy - family photo idea. To my surprise everybody was up for it, gosh they do love me.

Back at home we scrambled get out of our mismatched clothes and to find something black white or grey to wear which sounds easy but wasn't really.  Tony ran errands while I made a better attempt at fixing the girls' hair than we did for mass.  Mass gets the shaft when it comes to our hair because it's at 9am.  I don't even think Eva's was brushed that morning until we were picture prepping.

We ran over to meet Tony at my pre-planned spot, I was going for a particular idea and I found just the right color/texture I wanted for a background.  Because of all of this we made Wyatt late for a birthday party so we only had his attention for about three minutes, but we got it done in that little bit of time, thanks to my best photo friend the tripod.

And here's how Wyatt let us know that our time was up.