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Things may come to those who wait. But only the things left by those who hustle.


The square up for yesterday's photo of the terrible threesome, here you can see me trying to wrangle a couple of slippery customers. It's not easy.

That said, I managed on Monday to pick them both unwilling customers up and carry them out of a toyshop, all the while carrying a bag chock full of supplies.

My arms still haven't forgiven me...

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
you deserve a medal for that feat! your arms should also be treated...

really nice photo!
Kcalpesh said…
Those were two difficult customers to handle? Sure not! This one's a very cute snap!

- Pixellicious Photos
Anonymous said…
Been there, done that. Not once but five times. Our oldest is now 53. I remember days when we had an arm load of kids. Either me or my wife.

In those days we only had film cameras. I wonder, sometimes, how many boxes of photos would be under the bed if we had digital?

These are lovely photographs. Thanks too for the visit and comment.
Roddy said…
Now you've gone and left Jen out. Another incomplete photo. Use the timer my son, use the timer.
OH! But WHAT a SWEEEET picture! Adorable!
Sarah said…
Lol...!
I was an expensive girl for my dad, too! As well as now!
Ezra seems more serious, however he is younger!!
lemon said…
So strange that you can catch peoples characters through photos-even babys...
That look of Ezra's, god, he is curious about everything...
KL said…
A nice photo. Shall I say three handsome dudes or two? :-D
yamini said…
Another photograph to be treasured for posterity.

Henry looks like your carbon copy now. :-))

I agree with Roddy. Now that you have accomplished the twin feat of three-in-one-photograph, it is time you endeavour for the next milestone - All-in-one-photo!!!
Dina said…
Lookin' good with your glasses.
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, I'm falling behind again!

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