It's impossible. This is the most I could get Katrina to cooperate for an all-three photo, and this only because the boys didn't scootch near her. Then Julian had to close his eyes. Sigh.
As a beleaguered homework parent, TGIF takes on new meaning. Oops, I said I was going to stop complaining. OK, I'll think of something nice to say.
Julian counted for me while I did some bicycle ab exercises on the floor tonight. He can't count backward from 30, but he had a great time speeding up his counting so that I'd have to work faster!