UnAnswerables

G: Look at that big rock over there. Is it taller than Daddy?
Me: It is taller than him.
G: Is it taller than God?
Me: No, it's not taller than God.
G: How tall is God?

G: Is this a microwave?
Me: Yes, it is.
G: Does it wave at you, Mummy?

G: Why do men have chests if they can't feed babies with them?

G: What kind of animal died into this sausuage?

How (Not) To Take a Family Photo

Our church is updating its directory, and a few weeks ago we were given the opportunity to send in an updated photo. Since "I" had been born in the meanwhile, Rod and I thought we would like to do just that.
Step 1 - Set up the camera, and take a practice shot.

Step 2: Keep on trying...
Here are some highlights (not the whole process. Yes, there are *lots* more that I didn't put in.)

Oops...the timer wasn't quite long enough (who needs to see N anyway?)

Not bad....but it looks a little awkward. Let's try again.

G decides closing his eyes is funny. "I" thinks it's time to start crying - a *lot.*

I think that G needs help keeping his eyes open. "I" is *almost* not crying again.

G puts on his "I hate the world" face.

N thinks that it would be an opportune time to go hunting in her nose. "I" decides it would be another good time to start crying.

Maybe a different location? Switch things up a bit?

Apparently, not so much.

Step 3: Decide that Attempt #2 was really not so bad or awkward after all. Why did we even try for anything better?

Our Girl

This is N. I think I mentioned before, but she is very gentle and maternal, with a definite hint of tomboy. Here she is, putting a diaper on her giraffe and her firetruck.