Don't you just love the wrinkly hands?! They're my favorite thing. Well, after his hair of course. Love that! And contrary to what that screaming photo shows, he was pretty content. Even when I kept rearranging him to try to get him closer to the window. My camera just couldn't handle the lack of light. It was almost 8 o'clock at night, so that's no surprise.
I just kept snapping away though, figuring I was bound to get something at least halfway decent. Elijah noticed and decided to play photographer too. At least my photos are better than his, what with his finger being in front of the lens.