Some more pictures from the weekend. (With a lot of parentheses, just because.)
Ring pops: the great social equalizer. (Also, apparently, a paparazzi potential repellant.)
Passing the cake-eating torch. (Donuts totally count as cake, right? This one is frosted AND it has sprinkles. I think that's close enough for government work.)
How YOU doin', Smiley? May I eat your face? Please? (If you squint really hard, you can see two teefers in there.)
Clearly Makayla had something VERY IMPORTANT to say, which is why Shae and Joey are thinking about it really hard. (My guess? She said "Pop-pop." He's Kind Of A Big Deal in these parts.)
Nobody is looking at the camera except the baby, but at least everyone is smiling at (more or less) the same time.
It took four additional adults -- my sisters, one brother-in-law, and one cousin (and a partridge in a pear tree) -- to get everybody to look at the camera at the same time. And believe it or not, my parents were the hardest subjects to wrangle. EVERYBODY wants to eat the baby all the time.