I kinda groaned inwardly when Cuppa informed me of her intention to take Easter portraits of The Girl, for I still have vivid memories of our Christmas attempts. To get to the point, she either can't or won't sit still for more than two shakes of a lamb's tail ... if that. But try we did, and by hook or by crook, we finally came up with a few keepers.
The first two are early-session shots (below), and I thought, "We'll this isn't going too badly." However, even by the second she was becoming fidgetty — to put it mildly.
So, Amma shifted her to a different spot and brought out the props. And we got another pretty good photo (below).
Back to the first chair. Another prop. Another photo.
Yet another prop, but she's already beginning her escape.
Put a cute, Eastery hat on? No thanks, Amma.
We pretty well gave up at that point as she clambered up on the bed (below) and rolled around being impish and silly. You can see the impishness, can't you?
She put us through our paces on the weekend. On our third and final night, Cuppa and I stumbled into bed like two prizefighters who had gone toe to toe, slugging it out for about ... oh ... about fifty-six rounds. We gazed at each other in stupefied bewilderment ... and began to giggle ...
What can you do but laugh and roll with the punches?
She's a handful, but I love her dearly.