I decided it had been long enough since the last time I took pictures with my boys.

I grabbed my tripod and a blanket and yelled for my boys to come outside with me.

Then I started grabbing, tickling, and talking to my little men.

When will I ever learn not to tell my boys they can attack me?

I want them to see picture time as special time with me.

It does not mean stop playing and smile at the camera.

It means come here and let me show you how much I love you.

I love them for the rough little boys they are.

And I they know it.

Read more about a movement going on to get mom’s in front of the camera at the Anderson Family blog!