I've managed to capture a photo of the elusive poser, Oatmeal Head. Believe me when I tell you folks, this was no easy feat. I have many, many blurry shots, hat over the face, hand in motion toward the camera, and back of the head shots. It is so frustrating trying to photograph this teenage boy. But I got one!
His older sister, on the other hand, was very simple to capture. Promises of internet fame lured her easy smile, her twinkling eyes, and before I knew it, I had some wonderful shots of Maybelline in her natural habitat. The dining room. Isn't that a charming look?
Not to be outdone, she snatched the camera and took pictures of her mother. I begged, pleaded, cried, all to no avail. I was doomed to be captured on ... on ... a memory card. She got me.
The only one left to photograph, it seemed, was Little Guy. He was in rare form tonight, but I think I'll save him for another day. I fear the world can only take so much.
Until I write again ...