I took Margaret in to have some more pictures done today, because I feel that it is a good thing to get professional shots taken every so often, and because I failed entirely in taking pictures of her in her Easter dress.
Apparently 15 months is one of the hardest ages to take pictures of, since the kids are old enough to run, but not old enough to listen when you tell them to sit (or, perhaps more likely, not old enough to listen when you tell them that if they please, please sit still and smile, you will take them to an ice cream parlor afterwards and let them eat until they are sick).
Margaret behaved like a champ.*
I mean, it’s not that she wasn’t squirmy. She would sit still long enough to get one photo,
and then stand up
and head out.
But we still managed to get some good pictures.
There’s one where she demonstrates her new word.
There’s one where she poses as a damsel in distress.
There’s one where she pauses in her flight to laugh at me.
She also gave us some good close-ups.
Oh, and they had a chair that she loved. There were recriminations when we removed her from it.
Also, they pulled down a stadium background and gave her a baseball glove, and she got ready to play.
I don’t know how I’m going to break it to her that they don’t make cleats in her size.
*I’m not sure if there are picture-taking championships, but of there are, she is certainly in the running for them.
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