We spent this year's Diwali in transit: morning in Thanjavur and evening at a rockin', firework launchin' party with friends back in Chennai.
It's a Diwali tradition to wear new clothes, so I figured I'd try for some family photos before leaving Thanjavur. This is one of those situations in which I take back all the eye-rolling I used to do at my mom. She was CONSTANTLY trying to get a Christmas card photo with all six kids looking reasonably normal. In order to accomplish this, she had to take pictures all year long in the hope that at least one of the pictures would be presentable, so naturally it became a big joke among us kids. Mom: I hereby apologize for not taking this seriously. I have half as many kids and I STILL can't get a decent picture.
The only halfway decent family picture I got was of this peacock family on the hotel grounds:
Here are some of our attempts. This first one is the one we used for our Christmas cards, despite the presence of the random guy in the background. It was the only picture in which all three kids were looking normal, and it was also the only picture with anything weird in the background. Oh, well.
Most of our pictures were more like this. Evie's always got some supermodel pose going, and who knows what the boys are going to do? I always laugh when I look at Samuel in this one.
This is the cutest one of Samuel, but Johnny's eyes are closed. Evie's apparently practicing Bharatanatyam with her fingers ...
Not a SINGLE photo with John and me in it worked out. Witness these two examples:
Since these chairs look like they could be owned by a local maharaja, we asked the kids to look "regal." What on Earth is Samuel doing??
Apparently, royals are perpetually bored ...
I actually like this next one a lot. Evie looks like she's ordering an execution, and the boys look like they're thinking, "Yeah, yeah, off with your head and whatever."
Here's another one with supermodel Evie front and center ...
Candid shots reveal that weirdness is actually our normal state ...
And I call this last one "The Thinker" ...
Mom: I now understand your frustration. My eye-rolling is now directed down a generation instead of up.
It's a Diwali tradition to wear new clothes, so I figured I'd try for some family photos before leaving Thanjavur. This is one of those situations in which I take back all the eye-rolling I used to do at my mom. She was CONSTANTLY trying to get a Christmas card photo with all six kids looking reasonably normal. In order to accomplish this, she had to take pictures all year long in the hope that at least one of the pictures would be presentable, so naturally it became a big joke among us kids. Mom: I hereby apologize for not taking this seriously. I have half as many kids and I STILL can't get a decent picture.
The only halfway decent family picture I got was of this peacock family on the hotel grounds:
Here are some of our attempts. This first one is the one we used for our Christmas cards, despite the presence of the random guy in the background. It was the only picture in which all three kids were looking normal, and it was also the only picture with anything weird in the background. Oh, well.
Most of our pictures were more like this. Evie's always got some supermodel pose going, and who knows what the boys are going to do? I always laugh when I look at Samuel in this one.
This is the cutest one of Samuel, but Johnny's eyes are closed. Evie's apparently practicing Bharatanatyam with her fingers ...
Not a SINGLE photo with John and me in it worked out. Witness these two examples:
Since these chairs look like they could be owned by a local maharaja, we asked the kids to look "regal." What on Earth is Samuel doing??
Apparently, royals are perpetually bored ...
I actually like this next one a lot. Evie looks like she's ordering an execution, and the boys look like they're thinking, "Yeah, yeah, off with your head and whatever."
Here's another one with supermodel Evie front and center ...
Candid shots reveal that weirdness is actually our normal state ...
And I call this last one "The Thinker" ...
Mom: I now understand your frustration. My eye-rolling is now directed down a generation instead of up.
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