I love good photographs. It makes my heart happy to see pretty pictures, even of people I don't know (probably one of the reason I like looking at random blogs which Kev thinks is weird). Unfortunately, my first child HATES getting pictures taken of her.
We came up with the bright idea of taking a few family pictures before church this morning. Sounds like a good idea, right? This is what we got with our not-so-photogenic daughter.
Inspecting and showing off her dirty feet.
Talking about shoes...or probably lack of shoes hence the dirty feet.
Trying to help Mason look at the camera.
Holding brother for a couple of totally disinterested seconds...yes I said seconds.
Yelling "all done" or "off" at brother. I can't quite remember.
Trying to push brother off the chair.
So pleased with herself that she has the chair all to herself again.
Then things took a turn for the worst (not that any of that was good), and poor dad got the brunt of it.
I really don't want to take a picture. What's worse than one meltdown?
That's right...two meltdowns.
Her typical response to pictures?
Run away as fast as possible.
Sigh. Maybe she'll grow out of it.