GQ Photoshoot

My older sister, Libbi, says there are no pictures of her when she is little, unless they have Michael in them also. She's the second child. As for Emily, the third child, I've never heard her complain, but she's not much of a complainer. Still, I recently noticed that after GQ was born - and the manic photocraze that took place in his first days of life -we've largely neglected documenting his progress into a being that actually wakes up once in a while. Luckily, our digital camera makes it easy to remedy such a problem. (As long as E and M are asleep, and not begging for pictures of them too.)

So, without further ado we present GQ - week six (or seven... I'm really losing track of this counting thing).

Caption: "All these crazy paparazzi.... what's a guy to do?"

Caption: "Ah, shucks... you really think I'm that cute?"

Caption: "Okay, I suppose I'll smile at you. But count yourself lucky - and cover your nose."


Caption: "Whatever end you look at me from, I must admit I'm handsome."

Caption: "Enough already... I'm going to sleep."

Caption: "See, I do have some hair. It's just multi-colored, and thinning on top."

Caption: "Obviously my mom really thinks my feet are cute."

Caption: "Until next time... I'll be sleeping some more."