So when I guilt tripped my dad into dressing up as Santa for Liam, an idea was born.
All the babies.
"Gomer" as Santa.
My parents house.
The outfits were made. The babies arrived. The babies were dressed. Gomer was dressed...
And then we couldn't decide on how to hold/position/set the babies.
We got Mrs. Claus dressed.
And we were ready.
I hope you are picturing and imagining attempting to get 5 babies, aged 6 weeks to 9 months all happy, all smiling, all looking at the camera, all upright - all at the same time.
We're crazy right?
Liam (5m), Jackson (9.5m), Kaylee (7w), Danica (8.5m), Tristan (6.5w)
The ideas were endless, but the babies' patience was not. Babies outside. All of us outside. By the pool. Laying down with their butts in the air (showing their numbers)...and on and on.
But it was cold.
The babies started crying.
Yet - we continued the pictures.
#2 and #3 are REALLY mad in this photo
Again, #2 and #3 are REALLY mad in this photo
And the moms - you can see who is REALLY mad in this photo
And then, what started the entire idea. My little guy.
Mesmerized by Santa. Mesmerized by his cousins.
I'm so glad we did this, but I do wish I had gotten a photo of my sister - she looked exhausted during this ordeal.
And can you imagine - there was talk of repeating this next year! When they are all mini toddlers!