With Every Christmas Card I Write

I was not going to send out cards this year because I am still recovering from Jude's birth announcements that just went out last month (he was born in July) but now that I am getting cards from friends, I feel left out.

So last night, we put the boys in their cute matching p.j.'s and attempted to take a few pictures. Drama, of course, ensued.

Jude likes low-key evenings in which no one asks too much of him. I quickly learned that taking pictures with Asher qualifies as asking too much. He is such a smiley, happy baby...until I pull the camera out. All my pictures of him showcase a blank stare and an open mouth.

Asher was a good sport, but even the M & M's I was bribing him with lost their appeal after a while.

But it's not about perfection (thank goodness!) Asher is overdue for a haircut and Jude has a runny nose. Asher had chocolate on his mouth and got it on Jude's p.j.'s. Jude screamed and Asher refused to smile at one point.

And there is such beauty in that. We are not perfectly posed, immaculately dressed, every-hair-in-place people. We are a crazy, last-minute, just-go-with-it family--and that's just how I like it.

This will all make more sense once you see the card. This is my little way of preparing you ;)