Dani shot the kids

I have consumed three times my body weight in carbohydrates today. What with all the sleeping and the eating, I suspect my figure is likely to suffer. I can read your mind, you know. It is not PMS.

I have been framing the man I love. My house is like a shrine. I have lovely, smiling images of Tim, sitting atop freshly ironed lace all over my house. The pictures are sitting on the lace. Not Tim. Although, that thought is somewhat amusing. Patsy could likely arrange something quite comical, along those lines, with a few minutes in Photoshop.
Now I need more pictures of the kids in frames. The above photos are some of my favorites. With the startling exception of my eldest, who looks like a cougar magnet.
Why do we have so many pictures, you ask? Doesn't every dating couple get family photos done? Seems perfectly sane to me.
The photos were done by my sister, Dani. She was going to be a famous photographer for National Geographic when she grew up. She's really gifted. Instead of an illustrious career, she just takes pictures of celibate, christian couples and their children. Which works well for me.