The elusive red-headed little boy in the photos is my adorable and hilarious 7 year old nephew. He was quite camera-shy unless he was taking the photos. I managed one or two shots, but never direct shots...I had to be sneaky. He and Zydeco seemed to find each other - probably because they were boys in that sea of similar-aged girl cousins. Classic Rock followed his uncle around all day, soaking up great pearls of wisdom that will come back at me in one-liners. Thanks so much Uncle J. I know you and I fear what he learned yesterday :)
Grandma, I had foolhardy visions of the perfect family photo in my head. Aunt K and I discussed possible backdrops and the best time of day to line them all up. In the end, we got what we could and that was only after
More tales later. There's the car-ride and family argument over who's MP3 player to plug into the system, the Metro ride a la Clampett's Hitting the Big City, my impressions of the National Zoo, and dinner for 11. Oh, and the highlight of the day for me? I'd love to say it was hugging my oldest niece and having her tell me that she didn't care what I send for birthday because it's always wonderful. But it was really that Irish Jig decided to finally use a resting facility in time. You know, before the deed is done, so to say.