Remember The Photographer?

The lady did indeed come through with our pictures. And since I know you have all been sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear what happened (ha!), I thought I'd show you a portrait of each daughter.

There were a lot more pictures, some family ones, some candid ones, and they all turned out very nicely. But I'm just showing three, because I don't want to bore you with 3450345809 pictures of my kids. You're welcome.


The oldest. I think this makes a great senior picture, don't you? Even if she does live in Arizona, and the background is snow. It's different. It's original. No cactus. I like it. I like it because it's not a backdrop in a studio. It's an actual tree, in my actual backyard.

The middle one, with the beagle. The photographer made this really weird, high pitched whistling noise to get the dog to perk up and look at her. A noise I couldn't even begin to replicate. But it worked. I know you're wondering why the child has flats that look like summer shoes on her feet. What can I say? She's the middle child, the only lefty, and she's a bit...different. And if she wants freezing feet, hey...that's her business.

My baby. That hair. Those eyes. Every single day of her life I make her promise that she's still going to love me when she's 13. One of these days I'm going to put it on video. Then when she's 13 and being snotty to me, I'll play back the video. Then she'll roll her eyes and go, "MOM! Omg, I can't believe you kept that! You are so lame!"

Sigh. I am not looking forward to that day.

Anyway, I love these pictures. I think the photographer did a nice job.