Photo Shoot . . .

Disclaimer: If you don't want to see a whole boat load of pictures containing chubby fat rolls on baby legs, move on my friend, this post is not for you.

On Sunday, while the others were off at church, Mr. Ollie and I had a little photo shoot. The light in his room was great, I had a beautiful plush blanket crying out, "Use me! Use me!" and I had a onesie from a Grandma that needed a little showing off on Valentine's Day. Wait, did I mention that my baby is sorta cute? It helps. It really does.

I'd let the pictures do the talking, but where's the fun in that? Instead I'm gonna let you know exactly what Ollie is thinking.

What's this?  She just handed me paper?  She never hands me paper!  Think.  Think.  Oka;y, I have a plan.

Watch as I begin by distracting her with my little rubber band wrist.  See how it looks like it was screwed onto my arm like a little doll part?  It gets her every time.  Drives her absolutely batty.  Meanwhile, I am stealthily examining every inch of 'the paper'.

Now I look her in the eye.  She is too busy gooing and gaaing over my cuteness to even notice that I've moved 'the paper' towards its intended target.  She is too wrapped up in the curl of my little toes and the milky whiteness of my skin to even have the slightest suspicion.

You'd think she might be on to me here because my gob is wide open, ready for the kill.  But she's a little dense when I'm this adorable, so she hides behind the camera to get the shot.  The camera . . . he is my friend. 

Yesssss!  It worked.  My unwavering charm and disarming wit knocked her off her feet and she didn't even comprehend my devious plan all along to eat the paper. And oh! is it ever delicious.

Wait!  She batted my arm down.  Woman!  That hurt me.  Deep. You have no right to cross me that way. 

Unbelieveable!  She's taken 'the paper' away.  And I am angry.  Angry about 'the paper' and angry that she has pigeonholed me with the words on this shirt.  I'll show her.  I'll show her just how lovable I am.

Hang on a minute.  I can be lovable.  And if I am, it might get me 'the paper' back.  I'll grin for her.

And she'll give in.  She always gives in.

Thanks Momma!  Happy Valentine's Day.

As if this photo shoot weren't enough to melt my heart on Valentine's Day, the RedDog left this in my mailbox.  I will frame it and hang it on my wall.  It is what every mother needs to hear.  It is what every mother wants her kids to feel {and I'm totally okay with the fact that only one of my kids feels it.}