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.
In this one, I got 2 out of 3...
1 out of 3.
The one that wasn't looking before.
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...