Evie pictures
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same_skyI have a lot of stuff to write about and not enough time to do justice to any of them so I think I shall try to just tackle one thing at a time. This probably means that I will lose focus sometime tomorrow and really only post this first thing, but... such is the price one pays.
Thursday afternoon, I decided to take Evelyn to the game farm in the afternoon in hopes of snapping some good pictures of her. We used to take an excess of photos of our little darling, but in recent months, we have pretty much stopped. This is because she will not look at the camera, or if she does, she makes cheesey faces at it. I love an artsy photo of little kids looking down, or off into the distance, or engrossed in their own activities as much as the next person, but it begins to get tiresome when those are the only shots you get.
Anyway, I was not really in the mood for it but I figured that the weather would not allow this for much longer, and the trees had nove yet dropped all their leaves, making everything look tremendously depressing, so the backdrop would still be pleasant. I pitched it to her as a trip to take pictures of her, and though she made me promise we would also look at the animals (haha...well, DUH, kiddo) I think it might have helped her cooperate to think that we were there mainly for the pictures. Or, possibly I am delusional. Anyway, it was quite fun, once we got started, and she was good as gold until she decided her main goal in life was to stuff the knot holes on a tree plank bench with leaves and dirt, and she was BY GOLLY going to stand there and work on it until the job was finished. I was not unreasonably impatient, I don't think. I mean, I let her stand there for more than ten minutes, working on her little project. It was when she started putting her hands on an area covered with bird poop that I started prodding her to keep walking.
And that is when the earth trembled and the sky darkened and Displeasure echoed throughout the park. How DARE I make her leave? The injustice was staggering, and she decided it would be an excellent time to protest all such shoddy treatment. I got her to walk a little way down the path and was working the distraction magic ("Look, Evie, the TURKEYS! And the DEER!") but it was just not enough compensation and she dissolved into tears and shrieks again, which culminated in her throwing herself to the ground, face on the asphalt, and crying hysterically. And I was actually pretty cool with that in a way, because it gave me an excellent chance to explain to her that when big girls act like little babies, they would be treated like little babies, and I carried her, cradled like an infant, in my arms, directly back to the car, thus curtailing all of the game park fun and providing a consequence to public tantrums without inconveniencing me in any way except the temporary physical discomfort of carrying her like that for a good distance. I was ready to leave anyway and I would much rather make that point at a time like that then when I have a cart full of groceries or when we have paid money for the privilege of being somewhere. But then again, I'm kind of mean.
You know, I had no intention of telling that story. I really just wanted to post a few pictures of BEFORE the drama started.
She was fine after we got home and she got a chance to rest, have a snack and watch Caillou. Caillou has magical calming properties. I love that show.
Thursday afternoon, I decided to take Evelyn to the game farm in the afternoon in hopes of snapping some good pictures of her. We used to take an excess of photos of our little darling, but in recent months, we have pretty much stopped. This is because she will not look at the camera, or if she does, she makes cheesey faces at it. I love an artsy photo of little kids looking down, or off into the distance, or engrossed in their own activities as much as the next person, but it begins to get tiresome when those are the only shots you get.
Anyway, I was not really in the mood for it but I figured that the weather would not allow this for much longer, and the trees had nove yet dropped all their leaves, making everything look tremendously depressing, so the backdrop would still be pleasant. I pitched it to her as a trip to take pictures of her, and though she made me promise we would also look at the animals (haha...well, DUH, kiddo) I think it might have helped her cooperate to think that we were there mainly for the pictures. Or, possibly I am delusional. Anyway, it was quite fun, once we got started, and she was good as gold until she decided her main goal in life was to stuff the knot holes on a tree plank bench with leaves and dirt, and she was BY GOLLY going to stand there and work on it until the job was finished. I was not unreasonably impatient, I don't think. I mean, I let her stand there for more than ten minutes, working on her little project. It was when she started putting her hands on an area covered with bird poop that I started prodding her to keep walking.
And that is when the earth trembled and the sky darkened and Displeasure echoed throughout the park. How DARE I make her leave? The injustice was staggering, and she decided it would be an excellent time to protest all such shoddy treatment. I got her to walk a little way down the path and was working the distraction magic ("Look, Evie, the TURKEYS! And the DEER!") but it was just not enough compensation and she dissolved into tears and shrieks again, which culminated in her throwing herself to the ground, face on the asphalt, and crying hysterically. And I was actually pretty cool with that in a way, because it gave me an excellent chance to explain to her that when big girls act like little babies, they would be treated like little babies, and I carried her, cradled like an infant, in my arms, directly back to the car, thus curtailing all of the game park fun and providing a consequence to public tantrums without inconveniencing me in any way except the temporary physical discomfort of carrying her like that for a good distance. I was ready to leave anyway and I would much rather make that point at a time like that then when I have a cart full of groceries or when we have paid money for the privilege of being somewhere. But then again, I'm kind of mean.
You know, I had no intention of telling that story. I really just wanted to post a few pictures of BEFORE the drama started.
She was fine after we got home and she got a chance to rest, have a snack and watch Caillou. Caillou has magical calming properties. I love that show.
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Date: 2009-10-27 04:08 am (UTC)But gorgeous pics. :-)
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Date: 2009-10-28 04:15 pm (UTC)Thanks re the pics. :)
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