family pics

The last time we got a family picture taken, Dylan was the size of a peanut. 

Literally. 

I was barely preggers with Dylan which means Connor was only one at the time, which means it's been way to long since we had professional pictures taken. 

So I got to work finding a photographer. 

Did you know there are bajillion photographers in Utah. Like a bajillion.

However, my decision was pretty easy. We went with this photographer.

She was priced right and her work was just what we were looking for.

We sort of knew what we wanted: 

outside. 

mountain scenery. 

not too posey.

Finding coordinating clothes for everyone Paul was a little tricky.

Everything I found was:

too matchy-matchy

too short

long sleeved {a huge "no" for the hubby}

too wide/sloppy

too "what the hell is that?" looking

BUT-- I worked my magic and found him a few shirts last minute--and he liked them!

SCORE!

Here are a few of the end results: