My mother is worried about you lifting pictures of my kids and claiming them as your own. Let me warn you not to do this. You know why? Because no one will believe that kids this cute belong to you. How do I know this? Because they are so cute that no one believes that they are mine, either.
Also, my Public Service Announcement du jour:
Go, right now. This very second. And sprinkle ant killer, the really strong deadly poisonous stuff, not that hippie organic earth-friendly crap, on your air-conditioning unit.
The Official Cause-of-Death for our a/c unit? You got it--fire ants. They got into a couple of key parts and fried it. Fried themselves, too, but that small vengeance didn't soothe my check-writing hand one bit.
Spread it around. All around. To the point that you no longer have grass visible and are concerned about standing down-wind from this particular point in your yard. Any miserable lung diseases or cancerous growths you might acquire from this will be offset by the fact that you will have a nice cool house to lie in while you languish and die.