Ellen's first date

While Jack's brother was getting dressed for his Senior Prom, Nana fixed Ellen's hair and talked all about how Ellen could be his date and take beautiful pictures with him.



They didn't take any beautiful pictures on our camera, so this is what we have. Note the beautiful pink rose bobby pin and the hairspray locking every strand into place. (Also note the lush green grass. Toto, I know we're not in Lubbock anymore.)



Then his date showed up. They started taking pictures. Ellen's thinking "What the heck? I thought I was his date." Or maybe,

“¿Qué pasa aquí?”

She firmly refused to take any pictures with her date and the interloper. Maybe it was just that she thought three different shades of pink was a little much.

But she and Jack Jack were fascinated with the whole picture taking process, first, because we got to go outside, and second, because we got to go outside.



We just love taking pictures.



Pictures, pictures, pictures.



What the . . . ? Looks like Jack Jack isn't much interested in Prom pictures quite yet. Thank goodness. I've only got one child ready to leap into teenage-ness-dom after all. What a relief.

(And yes, that is Jack's dad in the background holding a firearm. To discourage any shenanigans around here. And to protect Ellen from the chihuahua.)