cat named pig

Because if you lived through this particular photo-taking nightmare experience, you’d deserve to show the world your results, too. My therapist says it’s good for the PTSD. Actually, my therapist, Dr. Netflix, doesn’t say much of anything, but we have been watching a lot of Six Feet Under lately. (Last disc should arrive any day now!)

On to the photos. None of the following will be on our family holiday card, although Rob Mueller is a genius and did manage to capture some that involve all of us looking relatively normal — just not this first one:

You can’t see Elliot’s face, but you can see two of my chins. 

Elliot quickly lost interest in the whole process. (Quickly being, like, thirty seconds into it.) 

Here he sees an opportunity to make a break for it, while Siena smiles patiently and tries to hold onto him.

And here’s Elliot having a diva moment, demanding his sippy but actually sitting still for a second, while Siena continues to patiently hold onto him:

Talk about your diva moments — Siena demanded a wind machine for this one:

She wanted to try out some stuff she saw on Top Model, apparently.

And finally, another family portrait: 

I clearly thought that the sheer force of my enthusiasm was the only thing getting us through this photo session, which explains why my gigantic open-mouthed smile is about to shatter my face in so many of these pictures. I may even have been singing as this was taken. Apologies to everyone at the Walker that morning, including the homeless person sleeping right behind us in this shot. No one deserves to wake up to that.