Mr. Husband went to pick up the pictures I took of Miss Shake’n'Bake and ordered prints of this evening. This was sitting on my desk when I got home from class.

Seriously, this totally made my entire holiday season bright and squishy like radioactive taffy.

(Do I need to tell you to click the thumbnail to make it bigger?)

Apparently the guy in charge of the Wal Mart photo counter was giving Husband the stink-eye and interrogated him as to who REALLY took the photos. Copyright issues?

I guess those photo classes I took in ancient high school really payed off. It would probably pay even more if I took pictures of babies for a living.

I don’t.