If I were still into scrapbooking I would have had a heart attack by now. We haven't had a family photo in years. Unless you count this:
My talented neighbor took some new pictures of us. Look at how beautiful Maggie is. She's really nice. There will never be anyone good enough to marry her. It's going to be sad and disappointing, for sure.
And here's adorable Ellen. She is nice too, but very demanding. She jumped off the stairs to impress her brother a few days before this picture was taken and landed on her face. She's airbrushed here because I don't tolerate imperfection.
And here is my handsome 13 year-old-son, Sam. How would it have been to be this good-looking in Jr. High? I'm sure I don't know. The rubber bands on his braces match our color scheme. OF COURSE. (Don't yours?)
When I look at Ben he sometimes morphs into a grown man in my mind. I can picture him as an adult. This doesn't happen with any of my other kids. I don't know why. The man I see when I look at Ben looks a lot like Daniel Craig.
And just so you'll know we are a LOT more high-brow than just pretend mooning around here, I'm going to share a little family joke with you. Once Sam was walking around with a big bowl of Top Ramen and he said, "Pah-don" with an English accent and then he sloshed his soup all over into the silverware drawer and down the front of the cabinet. So now we think it's really funny to bumble around and bump into things and say "Oh, pah-don me. . . Pah-don!" See, anything with an English accent is high-brow. You might think it's not that funny, but it is.