My sister in law and I wanted to get a group picture of the four cousins together.
They are all under 6.
Yes, we are crazy.
None of them are thrilled, but no tears yet.
Cue limp body mode and implement use of Aunt Rachel as a child wrangler
So we let the kids run around a bit and I took pics of my nephew in the birthday outfit I made him.
Here's the whole outfit. It was WAY too big for him. But he lives in Alaska so no worries, he can wear pants and a flannel lined teething smock all year round and he'll grow into them one day.
I love this picture. :)
Then, miracles upon miracles, the ice cream truck came by, playing its ding dong chime songs. All the kids were entranced so we quickly scooped them up, lined them up, and snapped away as they smiled and clapped for the truck playing music (they don't know its an ice cream truck).
The ice cream truck driver saw the kids lined up and stopped and waved. He seemed a bit confused by the scene of smiling kids waiting for him, 2 mom's snapping a million pictures, and no one approaching the truck to buy ice cream.
Hey, whatever works. :)