Every picture tells a story

I'm the youngest of six. Six kids. Nice, big, old-school Catholic family.

By the time I was born my two oldest sisters were teenagers. I've got a pretty good handle on how odd it is having toddlers and teenagers in the house at once. And how it might pose a bit of a dilemma getting them all together in front of a camera.

We had a professional photographer come to our home in Cuba whenever there was a birthday or special event.
But somehow, the six of us were never photographed together.
Never.
Isn't that weird?
There's no really good explanation, either.
Just never happened.

I have never quite understood how that whole family-photo thing got overlooked.
It just strikes me as weird. And my mom has never had any kind of explanation for not having her six children photographed all at once.

And no, I'm (obviously) still not over it.

So maybe that's why I take every opportunity to photograph my four kids when they are together.

Perfect example: Lucy's birthday dinner the other night at Buca di Beppo (her favorite Italian restaurant, but that's not important right now).

My biggest problem is getting them to cooperate because all four of them are Comedians.