Last week, the Gilliland children converged near The-Center-of-the-Universe, AL for a visit - the second in a couple of months. We will get to see a lot more of each other now that we all live in contiguous states. Anne and Granddaddy will get to see a lot more of the babies
and the big kids. As true pyros, we cooked hot dogs over a fire in the back yard.
Some of us got into it
way more than others. Some of us were really hungry and ate them right off the sticks.
Before heading out Sunday, we got some shots of all the (current) clan. Notice a new addition will be arriving very soon. I think we went for every possible combination of folks we could think of.
Kids and their families:
with Mom:
and with Dad:
You might be a redneck if . . .
. . . you take a picture of your grandchildren on your vehicle.
Oops! Forgot one. Now they're all there. You might be a redneck if you load them in the back of a truck for a family photo too.
And if the grandparents hop in, you are for sure a redneck or at the minimum a hillbilly, but that's okay rednecks and hillbillys are by and large good people. It doesn't get any easier to take a photo of your kids as they get older. We're all looking a little goofy here. No the other shots weren't any better.
TTFN!
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