The other day I decided to be spontaneous.  I rummaged through the boys’ closets to find a couple of colorful polos and dress shirts.  I grabbed some of my photo props.  And I stuck them in the car and told Brayden we were going to take some pictures.  For the first time in his life, he actually didn’t protest.  We drove around for a couple of minutes–ditched the first idea I was thinking of, since it was littered with noisy grass cutters.  So we settled on a place that James had taken us once for a picnic.

I had all of these visions on what kind of images I wanted.  I took 225 pictures.  None of them turned out how I wanted them to.  Carter was unbelievably difficult, and if he didn’t have a snack in his hand or his mouth, he was crying.  Luckily I had one child playing along. . . Brayden loved the entire thing.

We finished off our spontaneous morning with a spontaneous bagel and cream cheese at Dunkin Donuts.