For Molly Rebekah Doctor Henry, a few months late

My handsome nephew, Jude, a.k.a. Idaho (because he has a nice big potato head)

You would think a parade was going by, but, no, just a few dead branches being clipped off.

Now do you see the Idaho in him?

Sylvie gives the camera a very natural smile.

The face of a six-month-old, the set of teeth of a five-year-old.

If only they could pick up their toys with as much diligence.

The big girls, sharing only the gene for stringy thin bobs.

Jude wonders why someone so young wears such a sausage curl hairstyle.

Succumbing to peer pressure, Frankie enjoys an ear of corn. Unseen, Sylvie drinks from a glass of water gray as cement from being so befouled by her greasy fingers and corn backwash.

Aunt Molly reads the world's worst book: 'Madeline and the Bad Hat,' containing such child-friendly vocabulary as a 'Torero' and 'guillotine.'