Last Tuesday night (when it was actually semi-bearable outside and I thought that maybe, just maybe, the end of the ungodly heat was near) we stopped by Gibi's house and went for a walk on the golf course. I snapped a bunch of cute pics (which I'm in the process of scrapbooking), but my mom also took a couple of impromptu family pics. Both my boys were in desperate need of a haircut and if I had known I was going to be in a picture I would have probably worn something other than one of my bazillion MCA spirit shirts and giant grey cut off sweatpants. I probably also would have brushed my hair and had makeup on, - but oh well.
Since becomming a mom, I've found that I really don't care how I look in a picture (to a point, of course) - If Luke looks cute I'll gladly share the picture with the blog world! :)