Picture Perfect

This month, we applied for our passports. So this happened:

Emile totally got his serial killer on. Granted, he had a raging sinus infection and trimming the beard just wasn't on the top of his priority list. The rest of us have no excuse.

In totally unrelated photographic news, one night before bed I showed Finn how to reverse the camera on my phone so as to facilitate the taking of selfies. I hesitate to admit in public that I just recently figured this out myself and previously thought other people were just really good at centering themselves in their own pictures.

So this happened:

 You're welcome.