Nathan on the beach...

I've done a terrible thing. Out of all of the vacation pictures I took last week, Nathan is the star of 90% of them. I feel bad. You know how psychologists always say that things like this aren't necessarily "accidental", they usually stem from a tragic childhood. Well, you see, I was the youngest of 7 children. I haven't counted recently, but from the time I was born to the age of maybe 6, I have approximately two pictures of myself. When I was six, my sister Jennifer got a camera and I was her model for a while.

I don't blame my mom for this, she had her hands full. But, there were many times, when I complained, that she would say, "You just wait until you have your last child...you won't have time or you won't remember to take pictures of them!" Well, that is partially true. The scrapbooking phase of mine only went until Harrison was about 2 years old. Nathan doesn't have a scrapbook and I know that I will have to rectify that before he gets too old. But now I do make up for it. Here is proof with these darling pictures of him on the beach. Enjoy.