Sometimes, when Luke is being particularly adorable, the stars align. I actually know the location of my camera.
I take pictures.
It doesn't matter what he is wearing, cause he has this face:
See what I mean?
But our magic doesn't last for long. Because this is a full house.
A house with other paparazzi, stealing away his attention:
A house with big, bed headed brothers who are sure every picture is enhanced with their face gracing it:
A house of baby blowouts that require costume changes. We certainly don't take pictures of that sort of thing.
But most of all, this is a house full of people who like to slightly humiliate one another for our own amusement:
Yes, you see what I mean.
