My hope was to get a beautiful photograph on this gorgeous new england day with some lovely peak foliage behind my husband and son so I would have a nice picture to send to my husband's grandmother. Instead, since I made this thoroughly unreasonable request of Andy when he had already planned to change out of the nice Middlebury sweatshirt he was wearing into the ratty ass sweatshirt displayed here, and the further unreasonable request of finding some nice foliage to act as a backdrop (i.e. walk 25 feet to the neighbors' yard) when he had already planned to spend the remainder of the afternoon with his one true love, the leaf blower, instead of my postcard fantasy I present you with this, my surly looking husband standing with our son in front of some dead leaves. At least Fraser looks nice.

On a slightly happier note, here is Fraser enjoying some quality highchair time chewing on his favorite stuffed cat. He has definitely entered the "stuff everything in your mouth" phase of life...