~:: Grand Kids ::~

Aunt Chaz meeting the Grand Sand.
They seem to like each other, eh?

(Low light.  It’s low light.  And they wouldn’t hold still.)

Not sure what they might have been discussing.  Whatever it was, they evidently shared the same opinion.  Persimmons.  Maybe they were talking about persimmons.

He is taking a second look.  Can he actually be lucky enough to have this woman for his aunt?  His head is still heavy because he is so young; luckily the head comes with a pad to help him hold it up.

Yeah.  I’m funny.  We’re all pretty funny.

Chaz made another rainbow cake.  Chels was her sous chef on this one.

Best buddies.

Chels adds a bit of class to the operation.

Max made good work of it.

But Scooter is not so easily taken.  Here, we see Max’s reaction when he realizes that Scoot will not compromise his principles. (Look again at that first cake shot.  See the tiny carrot coin at the bottom of the plate?  That was the cost of eating the cake.  Once carrot coin first.  But carrots are outside of the definition of principle for Scoot.)  Max: You would not trade THAT for THIS?  Ah, but that’s what makes a horse race.

And finally, the beauteous and nearly homophonous Andy.  The eyes, the eyes.

I have been discouraged today, looking at photographs in the Pioneer Woman challenge.  I am not artistic.  I actually like skin tones, and tend not to push them to the point where they look bleached.  And I am too homey to do all those fancy textures and actions and junk (even if I knew how).  I just like this shot of Andy.  But did some quiet variations, just for the heck of it.

There.  Black and white.  Do we like this better?

Or a crop?

Add a little weird texture? Yeah.  I think I like the first one.  With the crop of the last one.

Anyway.  Those are the kids.  My kids.  Actually, the end product of my life.  Well, not end product, but the seeds of that.  Not too bad, huh?