"Everyone get in the wagon for a picture!"
Drew declares, "I won't sit by Ella 'cause she has a poopy diaper."
Ella nods in agreement.
Isaac runs in the opposite direction crying, "I hate pictures! Pictures are busted!"
I ask. I cajole. I momentarily waiver between discipline and bribery.
Isaac consents without either.
Fighting ensues about who will hold Tessa and who will sit by Ella.
Tessa is getting cranky.
I can smell Ella.
The reality of this picture is fading into the bin of "missed moments". For some reason it suddenly feels like a big deal that I don't have a good picture of all of them and my stress level is skyrocketing irrationally.
In desperation I cry, "Fine- you can have a piece of candy if you all just look at me and smile!"
I sigh in relief.
Isaac turns and kisses Tessa's head. "I'm so glad we get to keep her forever." he says.
"Me, too," I say. And that goes for all of you.