*if "successful" is defined as: laughing and laughing and laughing, getting smacked in the face by a baby a lot, and not ending up with one picture out of nearly a hundred that portrays us as mannered, civilized people.
(We are not big on celebrating Christmas--basically we spend it like we do any holiday, celebrating the fact that we have a day off at the same time. This Christmas we stayed home all day. Kamal giggled at almost everything I did; Adam cleaned the kitchen and made amazing spaghetti and meatballs and my favorite-of-all-time cake, Gramercy Tavern's Gingerbread; and we spent about twenty minutes attempting to commemorate such a lovely day together with some photographs, but couldn't figure out how to fit ourselves all in the frame, get the baby to stop punching the grownups in their mouths, or quit giggling. The result is a bunch of blurry, off-center shots that show, I think, a family that loves each other fiercely, plays together joyfully, and is unapologetically überdorky. Quality photography? No. Accurate portraiture? Totally.)