A Series of Events

Two things happening here:

Trying to take a picture of the happy bouncing boy

And

Playing with the settings on my camera. Here, no flash.

Here is a terrible picture, but so so you see what's going on. Hope keeps stepping in front of me so that I can't take his picture. She does this all the time right now. It doesn't matter if I have just taken 80 pictures of her, she doesn't want me to take 1 of Noah. I tell her to step out of the way and I will take her picture again in just a minute.

Back to the flash on, automatic settings because I can't figure my camera out for the life of me.

Super Baby!

I go to find Hope, who is now pouting in the chair. I take her picture, as promised.
Then, the sass gets out of control. She starts fussing at me. So, I take a Barbie out of her room. This is the biggest form of punishment these days. Not only do I take it, I put it on top of the microwave where she can clearly see what she is missing. Oh, and I don't take the naked barbies with scraggly hair. No no, I take the very beautiful, highly favored ones. Today, I chose Sleeping Beauty. Her attitude immediately changed for the better once she saw me looking for another one...

I don't know what to do about her sass. I told John that if we don't nip it in the bud right now, she is going to turn out exactly like me.