My girls

I will be the first to admit that I don't like taking the kids to have their picture taken. In fact, I detest it. It stresses me out, makes my palms sweat. Simply put - I. Don't. Like. It.

However, my mom informed me last week that my dad had no pictures of Emma in his den. He has photos of the other 3 grandkids, but none of Emma. And he wants a photo of Emma. Stat.

And so, I made a last-minute appointment with a photographer my sister knows and I mentally prepared myself for what was sure to be a disaster.

Friday afternoon, I dressed the girls in pink and black holiday dresses. As I dressed Emma, she looked down at her dress and said "Nah-uh." I should have known that "no" was going to be her word of the afternoon.

The photo session was, as I described on my Facebook page, 'a disaster of Titanic proportions.' Emma refused to cooperate - she clung to me and to my mom as though we were forcing her to jump into a tank filled with hungry Great White sharks.

Olivia smiled. Emma cried. Olivia smiled. Emma frowned. And I resigned myself to the fact that there would be no holiday photos of the girls this year.

However, our photographer must be a miracle worker...because we have photos. And they're really cute.

Check them out here. My girls are the "Pink Christmas" post.

And now I will have current photos of my girls and all is right again with the world. At least until the spring when I attempt another photo session.