Every year the boys school takes "cowboy" photos of my children. I really don't know why. It is not around Go Texan day and we don't live in the country so it is baffling to me. They put cowboy hats and bandannas on the children and make them hold ropes and horseshoes. And like a sucker I always buy them because I think my children are precious and need all photos of them, even the cheesy ones.
So this year I knew they were coming and put the boys in their coordinating blue plaid shirts (well the Wall's did because I was out of town for work. Again.) with jeans and Zach brought his own hat. I had reasonably high expectations as the company that does the photos must be made of magicians. Usually the photos they get of kids are significantly better than you would think.
Until this year. I was running late when I picked up the photos so I just wrote a check for them and ran to my car. On the way to work I finally looked at the 8x10, two 5x7s and eight wallets I have of this photo:
Then look at this precious boy. He is so happy and excited to be wearing his hat and clutching that wagon wheel.
James gave a more pleasant look once he was joined with his brother. Still not a smile but less threatening at least.
And my four year old just beaming. He is the best I tell you.