I am always early, and I regularly
Actually, Hallie and I finished getting dressed and curling our hair a few minutes early, so we went outside to take a couple of pictures and mess around with my tripod.
Ferri #1, on her own, smiled pretty for the camera. Once. Out of 20+ attempts.
Shortly thereafter, Ferri #2 - who was running a little later than the rest of us because he decided at the last minute that he needed to wear a tie - joined us outside. He usually does a great job of showing off his real smile, but on Easter morning he couldn't seem to find it. At least he's not sticking his tongue through that big gap between his teeth...
Ferri #3 - newly bald-ed (as he was cutting his own hair the evening before, the guard came off the trimmers unexpectedly and gouged a chunk out of his hair. He had no choice but to finish the cut without the guard) - joined his kiddos while I messed with the timer on my camera. I don't notice the fake smiles in this photo quite as much as I do in the photo above, probably because the glare off of the bald man's head distracts me.
Once I figured out the timer on my camera, I (call me Ferri #4) hopped in for a few attempts at a full family photo. This photo is the best out of the eight we took, but it'll never make it into a frame or onto a Christmas card as we all look uncomfortable and squinty.
Now that I think about it, we usually look kind of uncomfortable and squinty in our Easter pictures. And some years - the worst years - uncomfortable and squinty were downgraded to devastated, furious, or feverish...
I guess I should just be happy that in our 2014 photo all eight eyes are open and looking at the camera.
Hallie was born on Good Friday and came home from the hospital on Easter Sunday, so the first thing we did when we walked through the front door that Easter morning - because OF COURSE - was put her in her Easter basket. She clearly loved it.