The Sunday before Christmas was our ward's Christmas choir program. Jackson sang and played his cello with the choir, so that meant I was alone getting everyone ready. It was all going great until I sat them down for a quick picture before we had to dash out the door. I can't remember what happened at that moment, but Estella wasn't happy about it and let us all know.


I cracked some jokes and dirstracted her enough to help her begin calming down.

Then I made a silly move and had them all lean together so I could get a closer shot of their sweet faces...bad idea.
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