It’s been a little over three years since we visited an upselling-obsessed professional photographer named JCPenney for family pictures. This year we leveled up and hired a personal photographer at a discount during a pre-Xmas trip to Coronado Beach, a lil’ island near San Diego. It was cold (in the 50s), the uncultured barbers at the nearby Fantastic Sams mangled the boys’ hair, and maybe my feet were ashy, but all-in-all the pictures turned out pretty damn good.
I’ve posted a few of them above and below. The Mrs. says I have to keep some private because we’re going to use them for Christmas cards, which we plan to send every year but actually get mailed out once every half-decade. Shoot me your address if you’d like one. I’ll send sometime in the next five years.