I love you,

you love me.

Click here to see the same pose, exactly three months ago.

My 98-year-old grandmother sat on the floor to play with my zero-year-old baby.

He was charming.

She adored him.

“When I was little,” says Baba…

Not until the year 2113 will he have the chance to hold one so different in age.

What will the world be like then?

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We went down a huge mountain, through a vast forest, peered across a raging river, crossed multitudes of suspension bridges slung across deep canyons, hiked across the great planes, then, on the final hill home, hit Heather’s backyard with an amoeba of children. Here is a photo featuring the Almassalkhi clan’s amazing carry-all contraption: Mommy.

This photo is a lesson in the extreme foreshortening effects of a wide-angle lens. Notice how my 6-month baby looks larger than my 6-foot brother, despite the fact that one is only a couple feet in front of the other. Notice, also, that my husband and my father are sitting within whispering distance, yet Dad’s head is positively dwarfed by Martin’s. If I were to use a lens with a longer length and step back a minimum of 10 more feet, our relative proportions would appear more pleasing— tho I’d have to purchase a new camera and punch a hole in the front of the house.