This year, as we attempted to take our annual daffodil pictures, I quickly realized I needed to significantly lower my expectations. It was cold, windy and the sun was burning out our retinas. Gunnar was being a total crabby pants. Julius was insisting on smiling weird. Layla kept looking around making weird faces. Oh, yeah, and it was dinner time. I decided to lower the bar and just be content that some pictures were captured, no matter how mediocre they might be.