It has finally happened.
This afternoon, I was simultaneously pushing Violet on the swing and taking picture after picture. My theory is, the more photographs I take, the greater chance that I will get a really good one. Usually this strategy works out in my favor.
Today it did not.
Violet woke up a Diva this morning and wore that hat throughout the day. As I snapped my fourth or fifth photo, her brow wrinkled, eyes narrowed and she demanded, “Stop taking my picture!”
Well! Feeling like some invasive paparazzi in my own backyard, I pocketed the camera.
I was done taking pictures anyway. Really.
Violet loves looking through my scrapbooks and I took this opportunity to point out to her that if I didn’t take lots of pictures, there would be no scrapbooks. She pondered this bit of information for a moment and seemed to accept it as truth. (I keep telling her I’m always right, but she is 2-going-on-15 and is very skeptical of how much I really know.)
Then, “Push me higher, Momma!”