First the babies, then the contest.
I swore that I would never be one of those obnoxious types who think their kid is the smartest/cutest/biggest/strongest/fastest/whatever superlative. But am I denying the obvious if I don’t call them the cutest?
He looks good in casual clothes, too:
And he’s not even the cutest one in the house. That honor belongs to my little princess:
Here she is without dad spoiling the shot:
Here we are again, a bit more casual this time:
Of course, they aren’t always so adorable:
Here’s a Christmas shot. I guess this is what happens when you’ve been good all year:
And this is what you get when you’ve been bad:
Finally, our most cherished baby activity:
Now for the contest shot. E-mail me your guess: