Adam helped him with the cuff links and button cover things (what are those called anyway?).
How on earth did my little baby boy get so big and grown up looking?
It must be more fun to be the girl's parents because then you can take pictures of the kids. When you're the boy's mom, you just get his picture and sort of under duress. (He was antsy to leave and I had to play the do-you-know-how-much-I-spent-on-that-tux-so-stand-there-and-let-me-take-a-picture card.)
It's impossible to get that boy to pose for a serious picture.
Sitting on the hearth there is "John Candy." It's Braeden's name for his Hawaiian shirt. He is changing into it after the dance when they watch a movie.
Here's probably the best shot, catching him unawares:
And then there's the time Emma and I had to stand on chairs on either side of him to kiss his cheeks.
He was not as willing as he might have been:
One last pose with his mom before she lay on a new guilt trip and he was on his way.
2 comments:
He is so handsome.
Such a dashing young man! I hope he had a great time.
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