My favorite little people. Some of them are not quite so little.
Look at these twerps.
Making me smile and everything. I was grumpy that day, too. Dang kids.
This is Henry’s idea of posing for the camera.
This is Henry getting tired of posing for the camera. Quickly.
This is Emma with wet hair. She takes showers a lot. And she uses my deoderant, every time, even though we’ve talked about this. And she has her own Teen Spirit or some such fruity thing. But mine is apparently MUCH more attractive.
This is what happens when Emma gets a hold of Mom’s camera while she’s spacing out in the kitchen by the coffee maker trying to remember if she was supposed to volunteer in the Health Room or not.
This is James, my firstborn, the one who pretty much stole my heart the instant he arrived on the scene. He’s 15 and very serious. Except when he’s not, and he makes me laugh so hard that a little pee comes out. But you didn’t hear that from me. Don’t mention that pee part if I see you out and about, okay? It’s kind of an issue.
