And I got a few.
But did I get a single decent frameable pic of all 3 of my offspring together?
Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. No how.
Since we'd already carved our pumpkins, I didn't really want to spend money on more pumpkins but I wanted to take full advantage of the fact that there's a church who has a pumpkin patch every year pretty near our house. I put the girls in some of their Sunday best and Oliver in one of the 3 pairs of pants even remotely still long enough for him (sheesh he grew 4 inches since last October) and drove the 5 minutes to the patch. And since I didn't want to seem like a total free-loader by letting my kids run around while I snap pictures, I told them they could each pick out a pumpkin.
No bigger than their hand.
Because, you know they charge by the size at those things.
So off we went to the patch last Saturday morn before the parade. I pulled up in the mini, opened the doors, and let them run wild.
This is O's "I see the camera pointed in my direction" face.
Every.
Single.
Time.
In this one, I got 2 out of 3...
...and here?
1 out of 3.
The one that wasn't looking before.
(sigh)
And approximately 57 pics of 0 out of 3 looking at the camera.
And by the way, my plan of not spending a booty load on more pumpkins worked. This little photo shoot cost us $3.75-
3 little hand-sized pumpkins and a yellow warty gourd that MM picked out.
And hasn't really let go of since...
