dam fam, portlandia

i go to portland every may for my darling nephew's birthday.  he holds my hand, he laughs at my dumb jokes, he screams when i chase him, he's amazed by nearly everything the world presents him with, and i love him like a madwoman.

while i'm there, i also get to see my rockhouse brother (fig.2b), my psycho mother (fig.1a), my surro-sister/besty, her banjobilly husband, and their glorious baby boy (fig.3b).      

(i love putting pix in 'tychs like this, but blogger miniaturizes the bastards.  please click to enlarge and improve.)

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