How Many Licks Does It Take to Get to the Center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?

AKA How Many Pictures Must One Take to Get a Decent Picture of All the Cousins in Their Easter Outfits.

The answer is NOT a one, a two, a three.

The Little One escapes before his mother finishes dressing him. (Yes, it is vaguely ridiculous that a child who refuses to talk and who is still months away from his 2nd birthday is not only toilet trained, but has adorable boxer briefs on his hiney.)

Okay, now this time he has clothes on, but there just something lacking about this picture:

Time to zero in on Littlest Girl. She, too, has cute underwear we see.

And cute nostrils, apparently.

Hold on, Ms. Thing needs to finish drying her hair.

Several pictures later, and with direction from ALL the grandparents, aunts, uncles, mothers and fathers, we have a pretty decent picture.

And at least, for once, The Eldest was not to blame for the paparazzi flashbulb* effect after Easter Dinner.

(*Yes, I know there are no flashbulbs anymore. And if that's not something to be thankful for, I don't know what is!)