Rhett-A-Rooskie

My baby boy is 6 months old. Actually, he's 6 1/2 months old now and I've just gotten around to trying to schedule his 6 month pictures. I usually take the kids to a studio for pictures, but when Avery was 6 months old, we went to a rather expensive studio and got these adorable, amazing pictures of her all in a collage-type photo. It's beautiful. And it was almost $200 for just the one picture, and I don't work anymore, so with Reese, I took several close-ups of her and created my own collage photo on Kodak Gallery. It's not bad. It's a little huge, but the pictures are good and you get a good idea of what she looked like at 6 months.

I've been trying to work on one for Rhett. I am having so much trouble. I have some here that I think are pretty cute, but then I realized he had a booger hanging out of his nose (told you they were taking over our house.) Plus, he has that little scar on the right side of his face, so I should probably take some photos without that in there. I don't need permanent evidence of my neglect.
Ok, so that's the long version of the story of these pictures. The short version is this: Look at my precious boy, who is 6 months old. These are my "rough draft" pictures, but I love them anyway!

Not my favorite, but he's still cute.

Definitely not my favorite. He appears as though he is not the sharpest knife in the drawer in this one and I feel in my heart that that is not true. You never know at this age, but I choose to believe he's brilliant unless and until proven otherwise. I'll not be framing this picture. But he's still cute.

LOVE this one. LOVE IT. Not because it's fabulous quality or anything, but because it's funny and he's so stinking cute. And he drools constantly and sucks on his lips and this one just captures him perfectly.










I like this for two reasons...one, his eyes look beautiful and two, he looks like a hilarious little old man. It doesn't really even look like him, but I like it anyway.













I like this because he's just so pretty. And the booger isn't showing and neither is the scar. And I like his fat little hand.










And this is my very favorite. I'm framing this one for sure. I love it. He's so cushy and cute and funny and precious. Did I mention cute? When I look at this picture, I can hear his deep little gurgly laugh and it tickles my heart.



I love this guy. Boogers and all.