You have all been so nice and sweet with your comments about the continuing saga that is my Shmoo. Truthfully raising him has been very challenging. While he can be delightful and a joy to spend time with one on one, sometimes, like during picture taking tonight I wonder if aliens have stolen my child. The arms folded was my idea so he isn't angry in that one...he was still somewhat cooperative. Take a look at the second one after we chased Emily from the room and tried to get Shmoo to smile. Yeah...not a happy camper. He'll be sorry when I put them in his scrapbook. Right?
He'll laugh call ME crazy and tell everyone how nuts I was about taking his picture WHEN HE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A DATE. Yeah, that's the big crime. Apparently there's some obscure rule in the Mother Manual that says 'thou shalt not take photos of your son before a big dance if he doesn't have a date.' Any one else hear about that rule?