Ludvig loves to give kisses. He was using this little finger puppet thing to give my sister some sweet Armenian sugar.

Sister and Guyane and I. Note that the sassy lady on Guy's sweater is taking a picture in the picture. And also note my golden outfit, terribly tacky here at home, but all the rage in Goght.

Armine is Ludvig and Fruenzik's mother. We have had a rocky relationship, but she was really sweet this year; check out our bad girl poses.

Ludvig and his grandpa, Fruenz.

Family portrait. We took two versions: one in which they laugh "like Americans" and one in which they stand proud and somber like Soviets. Samvel had been hunting that day and with all the ammo in his belt and camoflauge, this one is a lot less intimidating. I like a big fake American smile everytime.