Thankfully it was raining so no one was out there because I may have been yelling somewhat and I was wearing baggy Bronco sweats, Pat's old t-shirt and his brown dress shoes and my hair was begging for the mom bun. Crazy mom on the lose. I managed to get one before the crying and fighting and good thing because now we are covered with snow.
This was the end of the photoshoot. After a big brother squeezed a little brother's arm. You figure out who.
Only those who were home and ready and didn't argue about what they had to wear got individuals.