Saturday, March 27, 2010

BnW's. Only Not.

We didn't have anything scheduled for the day. At. All.

I'm pretty sure I heard angels sing when my alarm didn't go off this morning.

Eventually we showered. And got dressed. In semi-coordinated attire. Then, I attacked them with the camera.

These are the result:

I'm sorry that your head is cut off in this one Braxton. I promise it doesn't mean we love you less. You are just, amazingly, getting tall. Too tall to stand while we sit in a picture, apparently.
This is not what I was going for. (Mark liked it, and made me post it for his troubles.) I think I may have figured out how to get what I want. But, it's going to take some convincing of the hubband to go for it again.

As for the picture below: (Stupid blogger won't let me type below it. SO time for a wordpress site.)
I heart this picture. I took it by accident. Kismet.