Here we have the ever popular "squish together for arms length self-portrait" photo of my son and I. This is because if I ask Mr. Wonderful to take a photo of us together he will heft up the camera, say "cheese" and inevitably take the WORST portrait ever . Bonus points if he can manage to add a couple of chins and flyaway hair for me and crazy eyes for the child. He also favors candids of me chewing or speaking with my mouth hanging wide open as if waiting to catch flies. Although, in his defense, chewing and speaking are default positions for me and it's probably difficult to catch me NOT doing one of those things.