I don’t know why I used to think that, as the kids got older, it’d be easier to take pictures of them. “Older” translates to “more cooperative”…right? That’s the sort of thing a mom of toddlers says. Like, “Oh, I can’t wait till my kids are teenagers and I can stop worrying about them!”
Go ahead, Mary Virginia, point at mommy and laugh.
On the last day of vacation we packed up our suitcases, and just before jumping in our cars, we piled the kids on the couch for a photo. I guess they misunderstood us. We said “smile” and they heard “pretend you just got arrested and we’re taking your mugshot”. Mary Virginia looks near tears, and David is acting like he can’t stand to sit next to Caleb, which we know isn’t true.
Four blue-eyed Krieger grandkids, all under the age of four. At this rate, in a few years we’re going to need a bigger couch.