Year three was a no go, but he was quite happy in the living room. Three French hens.
Year four. Nope. Actually, there is a picture, but I am in it and I am hugely pregnant and in a red sweater that in some way my shrinking brain thought was attractive. Not to be trotted back out every Christmas. Four calling birds; again, happy in the living room.
I swore I would never do this as there is an identical picture of me at this age and I can remember seeing it and thinking, "What was the point of that?" But he was fine when I put him down and instructed the guy to "just take the picture." But he kept trying to jolly him up with talk of Barney, to whom he had not yet been introduced. So, there's this. Don't miss his brother's expression. It pretty much has not changed since. Five gold rings.
Back to the living room. Six geese a-laying.
A switch to the red office so maybe you won't notice there is no Santa in the picture. Seven swans a-swimming.