Ma ~ Are you going to let me take pictures of you and that adorable girlfriend of yours when you come home next week?
Junior ~ I was wondering when this was gonna come up....it will be on a case by case basis....don't push your luck though.
Ma ~ Well, just fyi, whether or not you get peanut butter pie or prime rib or a bed for that matter is also on a case by case basis.
I got my pictures.
And it was fun!
I think it helped that there were a few smoochie shots scattered throughout the day.
But the real deal sealer was the fact that the aforementioned adorable girlfriend/smooch recipient also wanted these pictures, and seriously, what fella could say no to that.
It's going to be really hard for me to resist the urge to gush, because mom or not, I think these two are so stinking cute.
See what I mean?
Cute! Beautiful! Handsome! Adorable! Gorgeous!
We had hopped in the car to find some snow and a hill for these next shots.
This was my son's idea - I had never seen it done before and it was hilarious and very fun to do.
Very Gulliver's Travels.
Then back to a very muddy farm for a few more pictures.
True to form, as we were walking back toward the house after my claims that we were done, I found about eight more perfect spots for those last perfect shots. After the seventh time saying that we were done, and then the seventh time saying, "oh, just a few more shots over here!", I knew I was really pushing my luck.
But I just pulled out the old tried and true.
"Junior? Can you please kiss that pretty girl one more time?"
Okay ma, if you insist.