The ones that got cut

Its that time of year where I smother my lips in way too much red lipstick/shine gloss and look unnaturally blissed out: The annual Christmas photo. Below are the ones that didn't make it. In fact, if we're being honest, which I am (maybe a little too much), we photo shopped the final result. Once I figure out how to find it, I'll have to post it. Our final photo looks similar to the one above. This one might have worked, but Sean decided to contemplate the afterlife and had a few questions. Do you have any idea?

Certainly not, for many, many, many reasons (mostly involving me).

Only if we want to show everyone what I look like while smiling and annoyed. Someone is going through a major daddy phase.

Same reason as above.

Really now?

Despite Sean and I looking thrilled, we were a little alarmed that Jared looks like he could handle a full grown basketball. Okay, then.

I don't think you should use a photo when you have to yell "look at me like you love me," three seconds before the flash explodes.

I personally think this should be the winner, but alas, Sean thought we should all be in the photo.

May all your Christmas prepping be as inspiring as ours!