We took Kaelster out for his SIX year old photos... finally. Summer is not the best for stopping to document memories since we are full-speed ahead making fond ones.
Anyway, I still can't get used to saying SIX. Like, six? What? I can't even possibly have a little love that old because they just barely started arriving! It blows my mind.
And so does he... Behold:
This one here is a patented work of art by Kaelster himself... doubling over in mischievous laughter. That's him all the way.
I commend all the photographers of the world who know to say things like, "Booger Pizza" and "Chicken Butt" and "Mom wears stinky diapers" to elicit these smiles. I mean, that's a little untrue since I don't love it when we actually do go to order a pizza and this now favorite line comes out as do the giggle fits... but I suppose we have to pick our battles, you know?
I try whenever humanly possible to catch the brothers being brothers as well. Since we had time and coordinating duds, I snuck in a few of the infamous trio.
I think I'm in love...
Yep... in Love.
Fo Sho
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