But first, here are Isaac and Sarah playing with the beans. They love this activity. Me, not so much; there is a lot of sweeping required after this sort of play.
Yesterday after Sunday mass, we decided that we had better take one last photo to immortalize this baby in utero. My natural smile always entails a squinty right eye (as does Jacob's). Dave tells me, "Open that right eye. Think about it!"
Which results in this sort of smile. The one my father calls, "Nena's fake smile." It also looks like a smile of hesitant resignation, oh well. I do feel a little stupid posing for photos.
However, my older sister asked me the other day to post some photos of myself so that she could see how long my hair is. Oops, seeing as my hair is pulled back in an elastic and clip, there is no chance to gauge the length of it. Rebecca, when down, my hair is about an inch below my shoulder.
That, however, is about to change in under an hour's time as I have a haircut this morning. I will keep you all posted, on the baby, not the haircut.
1 comment:
You kind of look like Martha in that last picture! Funny I never saw it before.
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