I've always been one of those people who plan ahead. Fine, so not always consistently; it's more like I plan ahead on random things, and then just let other things.... happen. For example, early in my married parenting years, I would have family pictures taken of just me and the boys. No Coach. Remember hearing somewhere in here that the early years of my marriage were not always sunshine and rainbows? Well, I had those family pictures taken that way specifically so I wouldn't have to cut him out of any of them. And yes, I know how spectacularly fatalistic that sounds. But hey! We've been married for 17 years now, so apparently I got past thinking he wouldn't be around for future family pictures.
Except for the small fact that we haven't had a family picture taken since Bug was 6 months old. For those of you counting, that would be 11 years ago. What I need, in order to make up for this fabulous lack of memory preserving, is to have someone take a wonderously spectacular picture of my little family. Not in a portrait studio, where we look staged. We just aren't a "staged" sort of family. Combine that with the small fact that the only one of us who owns any sort of dressy-type clothing is me (and even then it's work clothes), and well..... we need someone who can do awesome outdoor shots. Of my family in jeans and t-shirts. It would be nice if this photographer was someone who could make Coach and I look like the type of people who, upon admitting that they have a teenager and oh! rarely exercise and love to eat, hear other people exclaim how Fabulous! and Young! and Wonderful! they look. But, we'd settle for a photographer who would be awesome at making us look like the best us that clothes, make-up, hair product and lighting can make us. For as little as possible expected to come out of our bank account in return for such fabulousity. (Weird....Blogger spell check seems to like that word. Does that mean it really is one? Huh.)
The problem? We know of no such photographer. Looks like this is going to fall under the heading of Just Letting Things Happen.