If they just listened to everything I said.......

Right after we bought our fancy schmancy camera, I threatened everyone with pain and torture if they touched it, pressed a button on it, picked it up or heaven forbid, took pictures with it!

But if they listened to everything I said, then I wouldn't get pictures like this:





Or this:



Or be still my heart, this:



On a sort of related note, Jeff's younger sister had her first baby on Saturday. A beautiful, pink, round little baby boy that I got to hold for close to an hour.

Then I spent the next half an hour after we left the hospital trying to talk Jeff into two more babies.

He wasn't convinced.

"Just two more?"

"No."

"How about one."

"No."

"How about a boy and a girl. Twins!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

This coming from the guy, who on Saturday morning cleaned out the garage, and practically did backflips as we loaded baby stuff into the car to take to Goodwill. While I moped and attempted a tear or two for sympathy.

That's right. Cuz who could stand having anymore of this:


Or this:




Or this:



Or this:



It's called emotional blackmail. And I'm preeety sure it doesn't work on Jeff and at all.

And this is why~


Jeff has a really good memory.
But you can't blame a girl for trying, right?