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You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wish your brothers were cool like mine.

For those of you who aren't that familiar with my family, here is a quick run-down:

Obviously the old folks are my mom and dad. J/K--they're not really that old. Although my mom does have quite a milestone birthday coming up in April. I won't say how old, but let's just say it ends in a zero.

Then there is my older brother Michael. He is the one in the black sweater, and he has no facial hair. His wife of almost three years is Edie. The hilariously cute (yes it's okay to laugh that he's screaming) baby is Jack, their son who is seven months old. Poor guy. It was his naptime. The oldest three children are from Edie's first marriage. In order of age are Abbie (11), Ashlyn (9), and Davis (6).

Then there are the Amicks. I believe you are already familiar with us. Poor Benjamin woke up that morning with bright red cheeks. And neither of my boys really smile all that well for professional pictures. Benjamin can sure light up a room and smiles huge quite often for candid shots, but when you actually pay money, you're kind of out of luck with him. Oh, well.

The facial-haired fellow is my younger brother, Justin. He is the mastermind behind the silly shots each year. In case you missed our silly shot from last year, click HERE.

And that is us in a nutshell. Crazy to think that four short Christmases ago it was only my parents and us three children plus Matthew. (I was pregnant w/Andrew.) Then BOOM in one Christmas I had a son and my brother had a wife AND three kids. But boy are we glad--we love them all! In fact, the reason it is 1:51 in the morning and I am up writing a blog post is b/c Edie and I were over at Mom's; the three of us were wrapping Christmas presents together. We're all going to hate ourselves in the morning, but we sure are glad we got a lot done! (Not that we're finished....)

Oh, and let me leave you with something to make you laugh.

All along, I have thought that this baby I'm carrying is a girl. I've pretty much called her Katherine from the start. Edie always laughs and says that if Katherine is born with a penis, she's going to have a complex. Anyway, our boy name is Thomas. So the other night, when Mom, Matthew, Edie, and I were out late at like midnight, eating at Steak N Shake after Christmas shopping, we decided that the baby should be called TomKat. But for short we can call it Suri.

:)