While down in Charlotte last week I thought it a good time to take advantage of the milder weather and attempt some portraits of my girl, since she had a birthday and all.
I took my photography entourage to the park along with the wee model. My entourage included my father with a second camera and my husband with a backpack of some 'make her laugh’ tools and some candy for bribing.
We wandered around that park for probably an hour, doing anything and everything trying to crack a grin out of my daughter and mostly, we all failed. Miserably. At certain points we could tell that she was purposefully trying to hold back her cute smiles. That little stubborn stinker, I can’t think of where she could have possibly gotten that personality trait!
In the end, Dad got two pictures before his battery died and I took over 600, most of them not good. Mikey had rolled down hills, thrown her in the air, done silly dances, bonked me on the head with a plastic bat and given her (green) candy that you may spot if you look closely. And still, most of the photos capture her more contemplative, melancholy look. What are ya gonna do?
It was fun and her joyful little self was finally captured in the end when Poppi flipped her upside-down, Mikey threw her up in the air, two of us swung her, first holding her hands and then putting her on the real swing, where she throws her head back and giggles non-stop every time. I love this age. I also think my daughter might be a miniature adrenaline junkie. Not sure.
Oh, I do love my girlie. Smiles or not, she is a beautiful masterpiece of God’s craftsmanship. At least this proud Mama thinks so…