A Pic That Our Thanksgiving Dinner Guest Took
Here's a pic my Aunt Doris took when she was over here for Thanksgiving:
The eldest scowling child is my 16 year old, Jonah, who seriously thinks he is Sheldon Cooper, and for all intents and purposes, may as well be. That "Why do I have to be subjected to all these ingrates?", expression is permanently pasted on his face, LOL. The curmudgeonly gentleman trying to look as if he couldn't be farther removed from the family pic is my husband, Chris. The gentleman I am resting my hand on is Caleb, my 14 year old. Last but not least is my almost 10 year old, Elisha. Caleb is pretty easygoing most of the time, but Elisha shuttles back and forth between Technologically/Mechanically Engrossed Almost Tween and Pissy Teenager (he is around adolescents waaaaay too much).
We haven't had a studio pic taken in like 3 years. Frankly, they are an ordeal for people who despise pics and would rather donate blood than smile. If we do pics like this every once in a while, I will settle for that.
It's hard living in a testosterone laden house. I think that I respond unconsciously to all the snot and belching and farting by amping up my feminine pursuits (fashion, crafting and jewelry making, decorating). My husband uncharitably points out to me that if I'd had a girl, she would no doubt be bitching about having curly hair (as all of us do, even my husband-his hair is tied back in a ponytail holder) and she would probably be totally and utterly disinterested in fashion, just to work my last nerve. With my luck, I am sure that would have been true, LOL.