Some practice.

So I've decided to start putting photos on my old photo blog. There are too many weirdos on flickr. So, go look here if you want to see some. I'm not sure how often I will be posting, but I am going to try to get some more practice in on the camera and photoshop so...

She might not make it to 3.

So Amorie got this gorgeous tutu for Christmas, but this is the first time that I got it down and put it on her. I figured what the heck. I'll take her outside for a quick photo shoot. It's been a while, but she can't have been that bad of a subject right? I mean the screaming and hair pulling and rocking in the corner must have been a figment of my imagination...

Kind of sweet right? Well it's one of 97.

The rest are like this one. "Smile Amorie." "No way crazy lady. Not gonna happen."

"I'm not even gonna look at you. I'll just look right past you. Bwa ha ha ha." (Even her Bwa ha ha ha's have a glare to them.) (She gets it from Farr. I am sweetness and light.)

Seriously. 97 of this face. Actually I got my revenge. Right now she has her nose in the corner and is kicking the wall. How did it come about you ask? Well it went a little something like this: "Amorie, time to pick up your necklaces." "No." "Come on. I'll take them away if you don't pick them up." "No." "Fine." I put them up on the counter in her room and then went to the bathroom. She came skipping in wearing the necklaces and said "Ha. Ha. Ha."

But then there is this. She obviously liked the tutu because she was swiveling her hips when I said "Fine you win." Punk.