I'll Give You a Unicorn if You Just Say "Cheese"

This past Sunday, despite colds and other illnesses, we all dressed in our finest for church and headed over to Grampy and Baba's house afterwards to attempt to nail just ONE decent photo for use on a Christmas card.  We did get a few, but I love this series that I tried to squeeze in when the boys had clearly had enough posing:

P looks like he is being tortured.  One of these days they'll say, "Thanks mom, for taking all of those pictures of us growing up".  Until then, I don't lose sleep over it.