FUCKIN' A!
To all my former friends who send me those Barfilicious Christmas cards with pictures of their loaf(ves):
It's not "keeping in touch" when you send me a picture of your crotch muffin once a year. I want to know how YOU are doing. I understand that you have a kid, but my relationship is not with your kid.
Now, I do have some military friends. They are classy PNB types. Their holiday tradition is this: every Thanksgiving, they eat at the O club wherever they are living. Then, they get their picture taken AS A FAMILY: mom + dad + kids. That is their holiday card with a short message.
I want to see a picture of the whole family, not just your kid. And if you don't feel comfortable having your picture taken, it's probably because you are neglecting yourself in favor of the Holy Goldensprog. There is a message there, KWIM? Get a haircut, get some decent clothes. Don't listen to all those harpies who say you are a Bad Mommy(TM) because your every minute doesn't revolve around your sprog.