My mom spent a lot of time trying to get the perfect photo of me for her Christmas card. The truth is, I've been modeling for her for so long that sitting in front of the camera is getting kind of old, and so I don't really cooperate anymore. Instead of smiling and posing like I did when I was a baby and couldn't get around on my own, I see that big black lens coming my way, and I run! So my mom had to keep trying to get that perfect shot. She took photos outside, in my room, of me dressed as an angel (that was fun), and me in the car secured to my carseat (so I couldn't escape) before she finally got the ones she wanted. Alas, such is the life of photographer's child--so much work!
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