Middle Child Syndrome

I realized, as I was placing updated framed pictures throughout my house, that we have very few recent (as in, the last 2 years) pictures of Buster Boy. Poor guy. We got the first year of his life a-plenty and then took a break until the Dynamic Duo was born and then they got all the funding for pics. And, of course, Big Sis had her 5 year portrait made and that cost half her college edumacation.

And his.

So I asked our friend Patrick to take some pics with his ultra cool camera while he was over for dinner tonight.

BLOWN. AWAY.

Now, I know everybody has their own cutest kid in the whole world, but SERIOUSLY y'all...I think I really do have myself a little model. I might just have to call VogueKids or BoysFitness or GQkidz or something shmancy so my boy can earn his college fund back.

This little photo shoot took a total of 4 minutes. For one minute, I ran into his closet, picked out his only clean Polo, grabbed some matching shorts, ran some hair gel through his hair as he used the potty (multi-tasking...I am a pro) and the other 3 minutes consisted of Patrick clicking away before we drowned in sweat out in the backyard.

We get things done around here.

Quickly.

The results:







Now my house will be full of pictures of ALL of my precious kiddos...not just the 3 that flank the middle kid.

The darn cute middle kid, that is.