I'd like to know who gave H permission to move around ALL. THE. TIME. Seriously.
Case in point, this sequence of pictures from Easter (yes, in April. I know, I suck. Sorry). If you can't tell, I'm trying desperately to keep him out of the freshly mown grass before we go to church.
And then (finally!) a halfway decent shot. Although if I'm being perfectly honest, I kinda sorta like the ones where we're holding hands. Kinda. Lots.
Of course, we had to have Daddy join in the fun too.
Ah, here we go:
I'd love to share more, but apparently I haven't backed up my photos to flickr in two months. Guess what I'll be doing tonight? Oh, yeah.