This thing we do every year called Christmas cards haunts me. It's expensive, time consuming and getting the shot takes years off my life. We start with the outfits. Then the placement of the children on the front porch at the right time of day. At least one starts crying. That's when my husband gets involved. This year he juggled, threw things at me and at one point had a diaper on his head to make them laugh. We got a few good shots but the winner will always remind me of my husband dropping clementines behind me like I was "going potty" and they all laughed their heads off. Merry Christmas! Mommy's pooping!