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Family Picture with the Self Timer

 Guess who is trying to get the timer on the camera to work.  Where is the mom?
 Not here...
 Nope.  She hasn't shown up yet...

Seriously. This is getting old.

Maybe we gave up a little too soon.  Just call us the Dorky Bunch.

There it is!  The whole family without the vlogging.  

We're dorks.  Sorry.


That's okay, girls.  Go ahead and play on the cliffs. I'm still trying to work the timer on the camera.

Comments

  1. Those timers are quite annoying, aren't they? LOL

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  2. I feel like I should recognize where you are ... Grand Canyon?

    Looks gorgeous and your pic came out awesome too!!!

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  3. The gorgeousness of where you live. I love it! Cute post!

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  4. I have no clue how to work the timer on my camera. And oddly, I am okay with it. Perhaps I shouldn't be, but today, I am okay with it.

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  5. If it makes you feel any better....it takes me a few tries to get it okay and I don't think I ever get it right.

    Beautiful back drop.

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  6. Awesome photos! Looks like you are having a great break :)

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  7. AWESOME pictures, and your comments are so funny! :) Looks like you had a lot of fun! Me wanna go there too! *_*

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  8. Awesome. I'm glad you at least thought to do a video after not getting the self timer to work. Love it. Haha. :D

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