I wonder if this is how Stan spent late nights when he was a kid… drawing pictures and writing stories by lamp light when he should have been sleeping.

He’s precious and makes my heart flutter, the cute little guy.

But I still made him turn the light off.

…it’s because Jon and I have been eating them all. Your chances of receiving any chocolates for Christmas diminishes at the same rate at which my butt expands. And, well… have you seen my butt lately?

Jon has.

Poor guy.

I’ve told you already that we had family pictures taken a couple of weeks ago… for the first time in the history of our marriage. We ordered a nice, large one for over the fireplace and then 50 inserts (4″x5″) to go into Christmas cards. Anyone want to venture a guess how much it cost us?

Nevermind, no depressing guesses. Suffice it to say, it was a large chunk of my Christmas present. I asked if we could purchase the rights, but they don’t do that. So after all of the primping and preening and deciding what to wear… here it is, in all of it’s scanned glory:

It’s copywritten, and I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to be posted, so I will have to kindly ask you to not steal it from my blog. And if I get any calls threatening to send me to jail, it’ll have to come down. Those of you receiving Christmas cards will get a pic anyway.

This wasn’t the best one of me, but it was the best one of everyone else. I wasn’t even about to pay for a “head swap”… I’m not that vain (and we’re not that rich). They did however straighten my front tooth (cheaper than braces) and smoothed out the crow’s feet. That was nice of them… for $550.