The Hall of Shame

Jacob (3) in his Elmer Fudd hat.

Each time we've outfitted a home Joe has asked for a family gallery of photos.

I've always considered those walls rather indulgent and fresh out of pics of us with a past president or Mother Theresa I just wasn't sure anyone would really enjoy a stroll through our Hall of Fame.
Besides, I reasoned, it is a chore in itself to find a picture of any of these characters that share our DNA without :
1. Someone making a silly face

2. Bunny ears suspiciously appearing over one subjects head

3. Evidence that we are a band of latent vaudeville wannabes.

Alllllllllllllllways the submissive wife I decided to come out of the closet with the paper trail of our wackiness and put it on display in a tasteful manor. I scanned pics into black and white, framed them with classic frames, hung them in gallery fashion and Ta-DA....

(Avery who has become a serious ballerina!)
( Danielle who is a recreational therapist)

You get the picture? (sorry)

I hope our Hall of Shame coveys the message that we don't take ourselves all that seriously and our home holds (to quote a family favorite author Bob Benson) laughter in the walls.