leftovers

These are just a few of the random pics that escaped my notice during the holiday festivities. Mmmmm. . . turkey.



Ben wearing the suit that his beloved Mormor bestowed upon him. If you find yourself wondering why the suit looks like it was made in 1982, that's because it was. I think she said that the original owner was Ben's Uncle Jonathan who was forced to wear the suit when he was two years old. Needless to say, Ben had the jacket off as fast as he could because it prevented his ability to throw stuff at the other kids, and the vest didn't last much longer. The tie (oh dear God, the tie) has been burned to prevent its future use on some other unfortunate kid. [Editor's note: Anna does not necessarily agree with my assesment of the outfit, and I suppose I really don't either, but Mormor lives so far away north she couldn't possibly reach all the way down here to slap me into submission.]


Ben wearing the propeller beanie that his Uncle Dan wore the night before on his 30th birthday. I don't know who looks more childish with the hat on, but I can tell you for sure which one is the wrinkly old man.


Our Christmas card. Ben is laughing, Mom is loving, and Dad is. . . . big. Our dear friend Krystal of Bliss Photo took the shot and deserves all the credit in the world for making us look like a happy, loving family. I honestly don't remember her taking this specific shot. All I remember from that gray afternoon was Anna verbally abusing me and beating Benjamin with her purse. If you look closely at the picture you can almost hear Anna wispering into his ear: "If you don't smile for the God-blessed camera I swear to hell I'll lock you up in your crib until your skin rots and your legs fall off." She can be a scary woman, that Anna Marie. [Editor's note: This account of the afternoon is totally untrue. The afternoon of the photo-shoot was actually one of the rare exceptions when Anna is not beating someone with her purse.]