Blessing Dress

A few weeks ago we had Violet blessed in Church. With our first 3 kids we were so careful to take picture after picture. We forced our families to stand in the blistering heat whilst facing the sun for a photo to document the great event and the current fashions and hair-styles of the era.

Poor Zane. All he gets is a picture of himself laying on our dark brown, shag rug with his little shirt and tie on. No parents, no siblings, no cousins. I was too busy getting the food ready to stop for a photo op.

With Violet I handed the camera off and said "Take pictures. I'm too busy with the food to do it." This is what came of it:

I stopped for about 2 seconds for this shot.

Lucky you can't see the food I spilled on my shirt.

Curtis and Violet (of course, who else would he be holding?)


Violet reminds me of Curtis' brother Ryan in this shot. Actually, she looks like a completely different baby in every picture we take of her.

Violet and her Grandpa Gardner.

Aunt Geanna and Aunt Danette.

Cousins Mikayla and Danika.

Hannah had tried setting the date on her camera but couldn't figure it out so the date is wrong on the imprint. I guess it won't matter in 20 years. And all these pictures were taken of Curtis' side of the family. My family was there, too. They were in the other room and were able to evade being photographed. Both Violet's grandmothers were there. Did we get a picture? No. We're such losers.

It was a lovely day. And the food was fabulous, if I do say so myself.

Though there aren't any pictures to prove it.