Oh, I did?
Well, to continue in the time-honored tradition of humiliating your offspring, I'm going to post a few photos on here.
My original intention wasn't to post bad photos of our children, but I found more bad ones than good when reviewing our recent photos. Therefore bad is what you shall see.
You'll take it and you'll like it.
(Sorry. I've still got those mom/seventh grade/sex ed memories careening around my brain. It always makes me a little cross.)
Guess who still hates having his picture taken?
That's right. I tried to take his picture on his birthday. Just call me "Mommy Dearest."
Who wants to play a rousing game of "Guess Which Kid Grows Up To Be A Serial Killer?" (You should really click on this one to embiggen it, just for the full effect of that dead, glacial stare.)
And here we have Caedmon again, who's hatred of the camera wars with his love for frosting.
And this one's for you, Adelaide. You can thank me in, oh, say ten years or so.