I have decided that one of my favorite things about family pictures is the irony of seeing this perfect little picture that DOES NOT tell the story of every moment leading up to or following it. These pictures don't tell of realizing at pretty much the last minute that you don't have shoes to match the boys' outfits and starting ALL OVER in the clothes selection process, madly trying to clean baby spit up stains off Nate's shirt, toddler tantrums as you try to tame hair, the snow, running late and having your appointment "cancelled" but "we'll see if we can fit you in", protecting the baby's outfit from all her many secretions until the photos are taken, the indecision of which package to buy and going BACK to the studio to tell them you've changed your mind and want to look at them all again, finding dinner on the way home because this whole process has taken 3 hours and battling Jansen all the way to PLEASE eat a chicken nugget and then he can have some Frosty. But it was worth it. It always is. But please don't make me do it again for a long time.