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Some outtakes from an almost failed spur of the moment family photo shoot:
(please, I beg of you all, ignore the extra chin I have. also? this was hours before we ate so I don't know where the eff the chin came from. let's blame the kids shall we? ok then)
(again with the alsos - sheesh - I didn't edit these - like you couldn't tell bahahahahahahaha! ha!)

Blondie? Not a child I birthed. That's my niece, the Monkey.

Nom nom nom on the hand.

I birthed a pirate that lost his patch though. Awesome!

Someone tooted maybe? Who knows with this clan.

Usually this gesture means she just smacked someone but no, the redhead is not screaming her fool head off so things are alright in the world. 
For now.

Monkey Photo Bomb!!

This would be a great shot if the baby didn't have a look of complete disdain going on. 

There were some good shots that came out of this debacle - I'll have them up soon


Anonymous said…
We should have taken the towels off the bathroom door and closed it...oh well.

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Please do not ask me to email photos out, I get entirely too many requests for them. These are the ones that I have at home, thanks to a couple of sources.