(Right before we took these I said to Dave "I'll be in the stupid pictures, but I'm not using them on the blog or framing them or anything---this shirt is too billowy and unflattering, and my hair is all beachy and wind-tangled. (grumble)" But then . . . well, you'll see . . . so I'm swallowing my pride and sharing them anyway . . .)
Dana: Cheese!
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Cheese!
Dana: Cheese!
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Cheese!
Dana: Cheese!
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Guys, this is kind of getting old.
Dana: Cheese!
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Seriously. I'm getting really bored. Can we do something else?
Dana: (sigh) Cheese (sigh)
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Really . . .anything else. There must be something else to do up here.
Dana: Cheese!
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: Hey! Mommy, I'm over your head! I think I can even reach your hair!
Dana: Chee---Hey, is something on my head?
Dave: Cheese!
Maya: I CAN REACH YOUR HAIR!!!!!!
Dana: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Dave: Pictures are so relaxing . . .
Maya: Gotcha! (cackling) I told you guys I was bored! Take that!
Dana: Ayyyyyyyyyy!!! My hair! I need to save the hair I have left!
Dave: I wonder what we'll do tomorrow. I hope we go back to the beach. I should open my eyes but I'm just too relaxed.
Maya: Hair is like a handle for your head. This is SO FUN!
Dana: Seriously, I have tears in my eyes. Someone get this child to release me.
Dave: Wait. What's going on here? Dana, stop making that face. We're supposed to be taking pictures.
Maya: I'm not letting go. Ever.
(Giveaway coming sometime between now and Monday. It's not a big prize, but it's something fun---one of Maya's favorite things.)
