Sat 1 Aug 2009
1. Test shot, just to make sure the place was photographable before we told the whole family to come on down.
2. All the family we could get together in Vegas that weekend.
3. All the family, take 2.
4. We also did couples shots all over the playground. This was ours.
5. The four brothers, probably just like when they were kids.
6. The four sons and their mommy and daddy.
7. My parents-in-laws’ grandkidlets plus two great-grandkidlets by their moms.
8. Our unit.
As an aside, this was the first time I heard Son refer to us as “a family.” It was in the context that he thinks “we’re the athletic family.”
9. The newest addition to the family, Lydia. I like this photo also because of the proud-papa look in dad’s face. (He was hiding back, not expecting to be in the photo, thinking he was just there to prop his little girl up for a single portrait shot.)
10. Speaking of really cute pictures, my in-laws!
As usual, rest mouse pointer over photos for captions.
Every once in awhile there is a glitch in my work’s security and I get to see you photos. I scroll all the way down to view any I have missed. I love the photos. It’s such a great idea and photos you will definitely charish. My sisters and I want to start a family reunion tradition. I think it’s so neat and great way to catch up especially when everyone lives far apart.
Your “unit” is the best pic! You have to frame it!!!
His parents are really into family photos. Their home walls are lined with them. When you have 4 kids, the lineage becomes pretty plentiful!
I’m not sure where I’d put that photo in the house. We don’t have that many walls. Haha.
When I saw the picture with all 4 boys, I thought poor parents! I bet they were up to riff raft all the time. But I guess you get used to the broken bones, bruises, scratches and all the craziness that caused them.
You could always stick the “unit” picture in a frame and put it on one of your two desks or a night stand. 🙂
Oh, they were all SORTS of trouble growing up, from riding the bike “around the block” but forgetting to turn so that the kid actually rode waaaay out and got lost, to another kid jumping on the bed with a fork in his mouth and ending up in a son-dogpile with that fork puncturing through his cheek, to sneaking alcohol, running away from home, drugs, sex and rock and roll…or so I hear.
Hmm. Maybe I’ll frame the “unit” and make Mr. W keep it at his desk at work.