Aunt Sassa came all the way from Australia just to feed my baby.

Shannon looks bored with Trey.

Olivia drinks milk.

The Daddy gets swallowed up by light.

Levi ponders the meaning of life.

Olivia is impressed with herself from nabbing the last doughnut hole.

“You’re really going to eat that?  For breakfast?  Is that how I raised you?”

Or rather…

“If I had your metabolism, I’d be eating that, too….”

(Olivia, in the meantime, still celebrating her doughnut hole victory.)

Somewhere, there exists a picture of me.  Taking a picture of Ashton.

Inventing the rhythm that will be played to Your Love is Extravagant on April 6th in Hawaii.  Be there.  Or be painfully un-tan.

The Patriarch.  Josh’s grandpa.  Or Opa.  Cause he’s German like that.

No, Opa, I got your nose.

Or perhaps,

So that’s where my nose came from.

The Matriarch.  Josh’s Great-Grandma.

You’re a hefty boy, aren’t you?

Taking a picture of Melissa is a delicate art.  I have not yet mastered it.

He DOES do dishes!  His grandma (or Oma) looks on in astonishment.

And as this post has already taken me three days to complete, I think this is a nice breaking point.  I’ll take the next three days to work on the Bridal Shower part of the weekend.