We went to the post office to get passports for the boys. It didn’t really go as planned. Every time the nice man tried to take photos of them, they both started squirming and screaming. We tried and tried and finally had to go home to take them. The photos were even hard at home. There’s something about placing them in front of a back drop that they didn’t like. Usually, I will not photograph them at this age in front of a back drop. They do waaaaaay better younger and a bit older.