This pretty much sums up our entire photo shoot. Oh, how silent gestures speak louder than words. So, it all began with a wild hair. Let’s dress Juliet up in her precious polka dots, patten leather shoes, blow dry her hair and head out for a spur of the moment photo shoot. Just me, my camera and a very unwilling subject. Torture. Pure, unadulterated torture… for both of us. There is no plausible way to plan a shot with a person under 3 feet, much less when that munchkin calls you mommy. But by some stoke of karmic fate, this image landed in my camera. So real. Perfectly unplanned. HER, in every possible way.
Had to zoom in… this pathetic little face cracks me up!
Be back later with more of this little girl and her crazy photo antics.
Okay, here’s the rest of the gems from last night.
Oh, this is SO her. The most ladylike of monkeys… a girl after her mother’s heart.
And for the grand finale… I present to you the final meltdown…
Regardless of her stubborn ways or her occasional volatile temperament, running me ragged for that one “perfect” shot, tears or tantrums, this girl has my heart. I’ll take it all; the good, the bad and the bits in between.