Monthly Archive for February, 2009

I can’t pass up the chance to take a photo. Any photo. But especially photos of someone named Ruby.

Who is that? You’re not sure?

You’re on the wrong blog, mister.

But when circumstance and luck conspired to get my whole family in one place at one time, we decided to let the pros document the moment.

I give you…The Ho Posse.

Professionally shot.

Not by Dot.

And just so you know, there’s a couple of photos of Ruby in here too.

Ruby was just warming up.

Beware all ye who enter a photo studio with six kids, four under the age of five.

Yes, that’s Baby Mum Mum in Ruby’s mouth.

She’s barely keeping it together.

It’s official.

Ruby is not happy.

Ruby’s mood is improving.

I’m not sure what’s going on at the bottom right corner.

Ah.

Much, much better.

This is what a fed, rested, and diapered baby can look like.

I’m not sure why my parents still keep me around.

We did this exact pose 12 years ago in another photograph.

I’m not sure why my sister and brother take my phone calls either.

Even with my tough paparazzo training, Ruby is wiped out by the session. Wimp!

This guy took our photos. He has the patience of a saint.

He is probably still cleaning Mum Mum crumbs off his couch and finding a Cheerio or two in his $5,000 lights.

The Ho clan would officially like to apologize and promise to return only when they are all surly teenagers.

Babies, holding little dolls that look like babies.

How does it start?

Right here, in Babies R Us, Aisle 12, on a Saturday afternoon.

(That the toy is called “Little Mommy” and that Ruby automatically leaned in for her signature Head Hug made the hairs on the back of my neck stand. Just a tad.)

Hello! Who do we have here?

I like you.

What happens when I poke you here?

You’re the BEST. Will you be my friend? I want to take you home.

Mom? Dad? Where are you going?