We had one family portrait taken while I was growing up. My brother hated it and didn't want to go, my dad complained about dressing up, I was miserable in dress clothes and thought it was stupid. It was mid-summer and we were all hot and sweaty and grouchy. My mom said we would never do it again. She was right! I had big plans for a family pic of us yesterday, but, lo and behold, the camera battery died! (karma, perhaps?) We did, however, manage to get pics of the kids. They only complained a little bit.