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I was in the front yard taking pictures of irises when I glanced behind me at Sarah and decided to have an impromptu photo session.  Timothy wanted to get in on the act.  By that time Sarah was bored.

Then she saw the camera.

I’ll let the pictures take over the narrative for a bit.

 

Timothy thought the whole thing was rather amusing.

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  1. That is so funny! We missed you guys last weekend...

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  2. Looks like Sara takes after you and Mary. Likes the camera

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  3. I agree with Timothy.
    Where are the iris pictures you took?

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  4. MaryAnn, yeah, I'm an idiot. Concentrated so much on the father son campout that weekend that I didn't even realize that Dianna's wedding was the same day.

    Mom, all in good time. All in good time.

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  5. Very fun photos. I'm with MaryAnn...we did miss you.

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  6. Yes, once again I was wondering why we never saw you guys last weekend, now I know. I hope the Fathers and Sons was fun. Love the photos telling a cute story. What cute little kids.

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  7. Jared, you can redeem your self by putting Sandy's wedding on your calendar and coming to see us all then--June 26--make note. :)

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  8. Fun to see the string of pictures. Sara is growing up so fast. Looking forward to iris pictures as well!

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  9. Cute stream of pictures. You should be glad you were missed instead of not missed!! We will look forward to seeing you next event. Aunt Lynda

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