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.

Too quiet....

The girls are at my parent's house right now because K. and I have to do some xmas toy shopping when he gets home from work.

I've been wandering around the house for about 20 minutes....I don't have any diapers to change or bottles to make or noses to wipe. And I have NO IDEA what to do with myself.

And, it's way too quiet in the house. No one is crying. There is no Disney movie playing in the background. No one is saying "Mama, I need....!"

It's just way too weird.