4 Cameras

When my parents and family get together, something interesting happens. My brother John pulls out his Canon Rebel, my sister Lindy pulls out her brand-spankin' new Canon Rebel, and I pull out my Canon Rebel. Sometimes my dad pulls out his giant camera, just to make us all feel inferior. And we all start snapping pictures of ourselves and our children doing nothing at all. So expect a ton of pictures over the next several posts,

Of Harper in her church dress. (I'm a little baffled at the way this bow looks like it is just sitting on top of a bald head. She has hair, people. I promise. And that bow is clipped firmly to all 4 of the hairs on her head.)

Of the boys making a pillow pile in the living room.

Of Dane cannonballing into said pillow pile

Of Lindy making a face

Of MoMo with my kiddos (guess which one had just gotten in trouble?)

Of Harper showing off her new Uggs (thanks Aunt Marrietta!)

Of my boys forsaking the ham lunch in favor of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

And of Harper looking stinkin' cute in her warm outfit

Of John and Andy behaving curiously

And of Zane and Harper dancing to the singing dog (doesn't every family have a dog that dances and sings "Who Let The Dogs Out"? I wish I could tell you that my dad bought it for the children...

One thing we didn't get a picture of: My mother cleaning off Harper's post-baby food face with a pair of underwear. That's right. I turn around, and my mom is wiping off the sweet potatoes with a pair of white Hanes' boxer briefs. But do you know how soft they are? Do you know that they make great dusting and cleaning rags? And it's TOTALLY normal to clean a baby's face with underwear in the kitchen. EVERYONE has underwear in their kitchen drawers. I think I am forever traumatized by the site of my infant daughter's face being scrubbed clean with a pair of man undies.

It was a fun Sunday, to be topped off with vain attempts at achieving a perfect cousin picture, and a trip to the State Fair still to come on Monday.