(Note: This may also have something to do with the part where I am in none of these pictures.)
After Baby Hudson's baby blessing last month, my b-in-law held a little family photo shoot.
You may want to clap your hands over your mouths now, because you are about to see The Baby Sweater COMPLETE WITH BABY.
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YEAH. Can you even deal with that???? I certainly can't, and have been whimpering at my desk now for about the last hour. If anyone asks what's wrong I'll just tell them I have a disorder. And that, you know, my right ovary just exploded. Or I'll just show them the picture and they can start making baby animal yelps right along with me.
Here is my hot mom holding Master Precious III.
And here's my dad, who pretty much turns into a puddle of (very manly and tough) goo over babies.
(See also: From Whence I Inherited The Eyebrow)
And here are the happy grandparents with their grand-progeny. Please don't ask me what Ethan is doing--this is the same boy who, in all of my wedding pictures, is trying to pull his shirt up over his head.
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