Yesterday I tried to have a friend come over to take Elizabeth’s professional 18 month picture. Tried was the operative word. In my dry run on Sunday (pictured above), she was all smiles. This time, ten minutes before Lauren got here, Tommy spilled water all over her dress. Between the dryer and a hair dryer, we managed to get started almost on time. Then the Little One refused to smile. We tried getting Tommy out with us to laugh at her, but he only ran into the pictures and distracted her (then screamed and threw a tantrum when I sent him back inside). We tried playing “Jingle Bells” on my ipod and dancing like we’ve been doing for the past couple days. We tried playing with the soccer ball, exploring the woods behind our house, pulling out the rocking chair, throwing leaves, and all the funny noises we could think of. You’d think two moms of 1 1/2 year olds could get one 1 1/2 year old to smile. But my smiley girl’s smile remained elusive. After 45 minutes, we admitted defeat.
As soon as Lauren drove away, Elizabeth was laughing again and her old, smiley self for the rest of the evening. Grrrrrrr.
On a positive note, Lauren was able to catch a few good shots among the probable hundreds of frowns–check them out at her website.
Isn’t that how it usually works out 🙂 The second picture is just priceless!!
The ones you got are perfect! Her eyes!!!!!