I Just Can't Win

My only goal for this vacation was to get one great picture of all three of my kids together on the beach. It's pretty much my only goal wherever we go. I don't know why I keep beating myself up this way. Notice that the picture at the top of my blog of all 3 kids looking right at the camera features a 4-month-old Libby. I haven't updated it for a reason. So yesterday morning we put the kids in cute summer clothes and raced down to the beach before Libby's good mood started heading south (naptime!)

Right away I knew we were in trouble when Andrew started crying about wearing "church clothes." Really? Seersucker shorts, no belt, and an untucked polo shirt are "church clothes"? Gee, buddy, you are going to be one unhappy little fella when you see what you're wearing to Aunt Lindsay's wedding... So we had one in tears before we even left the condo. Adam has been in a foul little mood most of the time we've been here. Waking up at 5:30 am really does not suit him, but he can't seem to help himself. And, as I mentioned before, it was Libby's naptime. Yet I, in my photo mania, determinedly marched them all to the beach with Steve and my parents-in-law dutifully helping me herd my ants, I mean, flock.

Here are just a few of the results:

Is Andrew laughing or crying? It's anyone's guess!

Libby doing her best drunken smile.

They really outdid themselves here. Not a one is looking at the camera, and someone is even crying! This is a new record, even for us. Although I have to say, I think the way Adam is looking at Libby is precious.

One of my favorite tricks...hey, you two smile and get Mom's hopes up, and I'll cry and ruin what she thought could have been a good picture!

Further evidence that I just can't win...even this potentially awesome picture of Adam collecting his bribe (ice cream) after the photo shoot turned out blurry.