This is a picture of the whole family. BUT...because I am my mother's daughter I cut someone's head off! Sorry Max. (Almost every photo Mom ever took had people standing there, smiling with, only partial heads.)
And so I tried again, only slightly cutting his head off, but cutting our daughter in half. Yup, cutting people's head's off and cutting people in half--it's in the genes.
Here they are--all body parts accounted for. Although Hillary is done, done, done posing for photos, as is the little one too.
So, then I asked our youngest daughter to take three photos of us, the proud grandparents, to use my camera to take a picture with the three girls. This is the ONLY one she got. She got all the photo taking genes from my mother and me. Oh my.
Here we are at the recital. Phil is attentive, I'm interested in what Hillary is doing--taking our pictures. Elizabeth is doing what, I don't know, smirking, I think. And the little one, is not smiling for sure but is looking like the cat that ate the canary.
And Hillary DID get a photo of us with the grandkids, while Elizabeth was doing who-know-what (not pushing the proper button on the camera, that's for sure). Here we are with the darling grandkids. We love them with all our hearts.
We went to our grandson's jazz band performance on Thursday night but I forgot my camera so I couldn't take a photo of him--he's lucky, I think. Who knows how I would have messed up. He had three solos and did a wonderful job. They are playing at his sister's high school graduation next week so I can try again. But, I will be half a block away and the telephoto lens can only do so much.