Is this post too self-indulgent?

For Zach and I's birthday, my mom gifted us with a session to have family photos taken with a nice gentlewoman that she works with. We originally wanted to do them outside but the weather wasn't cooperating, so in our house it was. Looking back, I think it will be nice to have had some done in this old place since we worked so hard on it.

We are still working through an awkward phase with Reagan and the region between his nose and chin. So no, he was not:

a.) constipated 

b.) forced against his will (well maybe a little) 

c.) in physical pain

in any of the pictures...

Without further ado, here are the ones I've pre approved.

Including only because it looks like we have the saddest children in the continental United States.

 I just typed that we are 26. But no, we turned 25.

Also including the one above because it looks like a depressing ad for stepchildren who suffer from seasonal allergies. 

 I made these "props" that morning. 

Christmas card anyone?