Hello, Desperate Times. Meet Desperate Measures.

It's super hard to imagine my precious angel-baby boys ever acting so wild & crazy that Chad and I would be compelled to send them to the backyard. . .and then lock the door on them. But desperate times call for desperate measures. They were so unruly-crazy-insane one evening, that we sent them outside to burn some steam, and then, well, you know what we did next. . .click! I know it's not the nicest mommy-moment in the world, but I love the looks on their faces as they realize that they can't come in, and that their loving mother is prolonging the misery by photographing them instead of unlocking the door. Although you can't tell from their expressions, the lock-out only lasted long enough to get these pictures!