I will NOT take a picture of Ouro Branco kneading bread this morning ... and then cuddling it close to him and crooning "shhhh, baby."
I will NOT take a picture of the enormous snowman in front of our house, complete with scarf, hat, and a pinecone smile.
I will NOT take a picture capturing the breathtaking beauty of snowflakes clinging to Little Prince's mile-long eyelashes.
I will NOT take a picture of OB sitting on the four-wheeler, vroom-vroooming it with a grin so wide it split his face in two.
I will NOT take a picture of my children attempting to jump on a trampoline so thick with ice they could hardly stand, but merely collapsed into little heaps of human giggles.
I will NOT take a picture of OB holding his one-year-old cousin's chubby little hand, guiding him around the house and looking so dang cute that it would melt Scrooge.
I will NOT take a picture of LP jamming on Guitar Hero with his uncles and aunts, bobbing his head to the music complete with lolling tongue.
I will NOT take a picture of Mr. Squishy gobbling up carrots for the first time, following the spoon with such enthusiasm that he almost fell off the chair.
I will NOT take a picture of OB chasing the cat. Repeatedly. Laughing hysterically.
I will NOT take a picture of my children gathered before the fire, sipping hot cocoa and loving on their grandma.
I will not be taking pictures of any of these things. Because I will be DOING them - right alongside my kids.