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From our family photo session a couple weekends ago:

What I like about this picture is how naturally we’re smiling, despite our discomfort at the fact that there was a homeless person sleeping just on the other side of that wall we’re posed in front of. Also, the way the sculpture lets just a little crack of light through to illuminate the side of Matt’s face, running down his cheek into his stubbly facial hair. 

Overall, it’s probably a better picture of us than this one, in which we might be having a squinting contest:

(I think I am winning. Matt will never stand a chance against the bags under my eyes.) But whatever. This is what we looked like at the end of Summer 2008, just shy of our seventh wedding anniversary and eleventh anniversary of meeting each other.

We did end-of-summer family pictures last year and plan to continue the tradition every year, or as long as the talented (and patient) Rob Mueller is willing to photograph us. Judging from this session, with two kids who are fully mobile and mule-stubborn, it will probably get harder before it gets easier.

The kids were busy trying to wake the homeless person  looking at art  eating Cheerios as these were being taken, but there are some of all of us. I’ll post those once I finish my comparative analysis of the degrees of not-looking-at-the-camera — with luck, I will find a few where it’s not totally obvious that someone is trying to escape and sprint to freedom.