Ah, family photo day. That magical time of year when families gather to capture the essence of love, unity, and—let’s be honest—coordinated chaos. At least that’s what it was for my family this weekend. I think I’m writing this blog to see if I’m the only one out there, or if picture day can really suck for all moms.
First, let’s give a round of applause to the *moms* out there. Not because we want attention, but because apparently, no one else is volunteering. Matching outfits? Because nothing says “family” like forcing a group of people to all wear beige. (I spent an hour and too much money at the store Saturday night making sure my kids weren’t showing up in jogging pants and hoodies). Scheduling a photographer? Easy—if you enjoy negotiating with everyone’s calendars and the local weather channel. And when those beautiful dark clouds roll in and rain cancels the session? Guess who’s on the phone rescheduling? Yep, not dad.
And the day of the shoot? Moms are the unofficial drill sergeants, herding everyone out the door, smoothing hair, tucking in shirts, and threatening lives if anyone spills juice on their freshly pressed clothes. Where are the dads?
Let’s be honest: most husbands are happy to show up, half-dressed and slightly confused about why they can’t just wear their favorite sports jersey. If you are a husband who handles all the outfit planning, communication, and logistics for family photos, please message me immediately—you are a unicorn and the world needs to know you exist
This year, like every year, it was a marathon, starting with our session being reschedule because of the rain, then the husband saying he’d rather watch the Eagles play instead of going for pictures and we should do it a completely different weekend. There were tears (mostly mine), a few swears (also mine), yelling may have occurred (definitely mine) and plenty of bribes to get the kids to smile and not just make funny faces at the camera.
In the end we pulled it off. 100% because our photographer rocks with little kids and makes you feel like $1 million even if you feel like less than 25 cents.
So, there will be perfectly coordinated, happy faces smiling on Grandma’s Christmas card, and no one will know the chaos that happened behind the scenes. Here’s to all the moms who make the magic happen. It’s worth it …. right?
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