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Families are Forever (whether you like it or not)



I decided to take the kids to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house where we could have some special family bonding time. Mormon temple ordinances focus on family and blessings of being together forever.

In theory, it seemed like a good idea.



I thought this would make a nice picture, portraying how everybody loves each other and obediently follows Mom's directives. I may have overestimated "family unity."



So we tried again. Not any more success.



The trick is for the one who doesn't want to cooperate to find a place he wants to be and the others to join him. Quick.

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  1. Love it. Completely classic family photo.

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  2. Cute photos! Hope your day turned out great!

    ~ Jennifer
    http://thetoyboxyears.blogspot.com/

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  3. I love it! It takes me back to the dfays of raising children.

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  4. Oh, this makes me feel right at home. If FHE is not brief enough it turns into absolute chaos. lol

    They and you will remember it later though and it WILL be a great memory.

    Have a great day!

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  5. These cute kids all appear to be wearing real clothes - no stray pajama tops or weird bathing suits so in my book, this is a roaring success.

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  6. This is a great post, reminds me of trying to capture a family picture that conveys that same message, IMPOSSIBLE!

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  7. Classic. It is always that way. It usually ends up with me yelling and one child crying.

    BTW what a beautiful temple. You guys are so lucky!

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