I was feeling that itch again. The one where I lie in bed at night obsessing about clothing. This is not something I generally spend more than about two minutes on over the course of a day. But here I'd be, mentally running down a list of the kids' clothing and what I have (that's somewhat cute) that might match. Do we go all matchy-matchy? Do we just try to coordinate? How many colors? Can I do this without buying anything? Will the kids cooperate? How do I bribe them to smile? Then there's shoes to try and match, and hair to do. Ah, family portraits, how you haunt me.
Here we are, recorded for all to see:
We drove around our town looking for a new "backdrop" and decided the cemetery had some amazing fall colors. But then, you know, we were taking pictures in the cemetery. I started joking about leaving my Wuthering Heights costume at home. Ryan took it from there, saying we ought to have our picture taken in front of the headstones.