So my dad was here with his fancypants camera and we asked him to take some pictures. Stinks was camera ready, fed and changed, sporting a new onesie from Baby Gap (bought on sale, of course) and smiling like a loon. I was still wearing a ratty t-shirt and spent the next fifteen minutes scouring my closet for any shirt that didn’t have an A&M logo from five years ago, wasn’t entirely too small (still), or didn’t have a belly panel.
Sidenote: Perhaps it’s due to the lack of sleep or the insufficient caloric intake, but I’m throwing caution to the wind and revealing our faces in the following pictures from our first family photo shoot. Life’s too short to live in fear of internet nutjobs, plus I don’t have a double chin to hide anymore.
By the time I found one, Smiles Magoo had been replaced by this version:
I was undeterred, and thought we should just ignore Mr. Grumpypants and carry on. That led to fabulous shots like this one (which I love):
Fear not, dear internets, for the Baby Whisperer was on his way with his patented baby-shushing move:
I don’t know that he can claim this as his trademark move yet, since its effectiveness has yet to be determined. Regardless, Andrew finally calmed down and the mission was accomplished. Behold:
