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These did not make the final cut....

...for our Christmas card picture.







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  1. Jamie JoDecember 17, 2012 at 1:40 AM

    OH, come one, those are great!! (haha)

    Love that last one, how sweet little Peter is looking at everyone like "what are you doing?"

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  2. KarenDecember 17, 2012 at 10:32 AM

    Oh admit it. This is the real family shot. The other one is the "this makes us look good" shot. I've been there.

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    1. JennyDecember 17, 2012 at 10:49 AM

      Actually, the real one is the one where they are all looking in relatively the same direction. That would be the only difference!

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  3. KrisDecember 18, 2012 at 9:36 AM

    Hahahahaha!!! I laughed so hard at that one of Peter towards the end!!! And oh my goodness he looks like Therese!!

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  4. ElisaDecember 18, 2012 at 10:25 AM

    Love it! The last one is my favorite. Love it. You should totally send that one out. I love REAL photos. =)

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