I am constantly turning my head so she doesn't see me laughing when she is having a moment. Her brothers adore her more than anything that walks the face of this planet, and so do I. And her daddy? Well, he's just plain in love.
I don't know what was in the air on this particular occasion, but this might have been the most perfect photo shoot of Livia to date. I'm not saying the photographer or the photos are perfect by any stretch, but my little subject was a dream.
There were smiles abounding,
there was twirling,
there was a dash of tom-foolery,
and there might have even been some *gasp* cheerleading.
Of interest, I have taken Livia out for pictures two times since this photo shoot, and both times were veritable nightmares.
So you needn't worry.
I have humbly returned to my rightful place.
You know, taking 75 pictures to get 5 salvagable ones.
Must've been the tutu and the hi-tops.