Every year, we send photo Christmas cards with pictures of the boys. For Spencer's first few Christmases, I made a major production of this, buying him fancy new clothes, staging the perfect background, and generally making everyone miserable in the process.
Things evolve.
This year, the kids wore old shorts and t-shirts (except for Everett, who was wearing a t-shirt and Paxton's Spongebob boxers) Paxton had his rat Miley on his shoulder. They were laughing and being themselves and goofing off in the front of the Christmas tree. It was the easiest, and happiest, photo session yet.
