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Kennedy Christmas Pictures

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Oh boy, it's Christmas card picture time again.  Always a cause for a bit of worry on my part.  Trying to figure out the color scheme alone leaves me awake at night.  And the location.  And included with that is the weather.

Turns out this year, the biggest snag was scheduling.  Trying to find a time when all eight of us were together, during the day, was a challenge.

As it turned out, we found about 30 minutes on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving to take the pictures.  John rescheduled a surgery so that we could hurry out the door and take them before he had to leave (and drive like the wind).

No joke, there's something about that kind of pressure that leads to some of the best family pictures we've ever had....and some of the funniest.

I present to you the Kennedy Christmas card outtakes from 2015:

Baby Annie.  She doesn't like the cold.

Refusing to allow "squinty eye" in the picture.

I seriously never know when Glo is going to do this....until I develop the pics.

Sasha Fierce.

I think this was supposed to be a GAP ad.

Spartacus!

And people say that my kids don't look like me at all...except in their expressions :)

Since Baby wouldn't cooperate, we just worked with her.

So glad Glo captured this moment...


I know....this should be the Christmas card pic.

I had no idea I make that face so much.

I guess this is called a "sorority" pose...

We felt reeeeee-diculous!

Another GAP ad possibility.

Only Mark.

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  1. Sarah MoranDecember 21, 2015 at 1:05 AM

    I love the pictures you chose for you card this year, but I might like these outtakes even better! I can just hear all of the laughter. Merry Christmas!

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