Apparently if you take enough rotten pictures of your new baby, your photographer husband will get disgusted enough to take some attractive pictures for you. Why didn’t I think of that before?

This is what happens when Mommy takes pictures (these are from May 2nd):

Since crying clearly wasn’t getting Mommy to stop taking pictures, he decided to do this instead:

That worked. Personally, I think that those pictures are entirely representative of Henry at five weeks. That’s what he looked like all the time. Argh!

Here’s what happens when Daddy takes pictures (May 16th):

Well Missy, first we’re going to rustle some cattle….


Well, maybe not quite yet. I have to practice being cute first.

Maybe you should practice a bit too…

Life is just so fascinating! And you have a bug on your nose…

I’m going to be an astronaut, see….

What do you mean I’m too little for ice cream?


Leave me alone, I’m being contemplative.

I can’t figure out this calculus problem.

Dad, are we still taking pictures?


I know; I’m cool.

So now do you all see why I like it when George takes pictures? Nice to have someone around here who knows what they’re doing with a camera.

And here are a couple of Henry’s baptism on April 13th. The other family up there is the Wismers. Their daughter Arwen was born two days before Henry and their son Jack was born within a week of Faith’s birth.

Of course, Grandpa did the baptism again (Rachel’s Dad). He’s done all six kids which I think he’s rather proud of.

So now we have some pictures up and I can quit badgering George for a few weeks. He’ll probably appreciate that. If you want to see the rest of the pictures from these photo shoots, you can check them out here. Ciao!

Rachel