One night we were headed out to feed the ducks at one of the neighborhood ponds. So I retreived our coats from the attic. I felt possessed for some reason to take pictures.
That never turns out well.
Here are the results of this year's second posed photo shoot:
Claire is waiting for the chunk of cheddar she believes must be coming from my pocket.
"Claire, cheese means smile, Claire. You're not smiling, Claire! You need to smile!"
"Here, Claire, like this. Smile like this, Claire. See?"
"Okay, Mom. You can take the picture now. CHEESE!"