Christmas Cheer

On Tuesday, we went and got Christmas pictures taken of Margaret (mostly to do Christmas cards, but also because it was a good occasion to get pictures taken.  I mean, why not do it when the picture places are overrun with hordes of screaming children and harassed parents?).

Anyway, it went well. Mostly.  I'm not sure that Margaret cared for it particularly, but it did at least afford another opportunity for the "stick the baby in a bucket" sorts of pictures.

 Of course, she tried to escape.

And when restrained, gave a bit of a look.

There was a bit of a problem, because she is a very tall baby.  Since she can stand up, they were very keen to get pictures of her doing so, but all the props that they gave her to stand up on were sadly a bit short.

She found it far more comfortable to just kneel down.

Or go after the person with the Very Large Camera.

The photography people seemed to feel that it was a good idea to do pictures with some sort of Santa arm in it, so we did some of those.  They had plastic milk and cookies affixed to a plate, which Margaret was quite interested in.

And then got more interested, which destroyed the illusion of the milk entirely.

 We also got some pictures taken in ornery clothes,*

I think she's being a little too meta with this expression.


This one's pretty good, though.

*See Richmal Crompton's Just William