As I mentioned yesterday, Maizey and I orchestrated a mini-photo session on Tuesday. After 20 minutes of snapping, I had the brilliant idea to put her in a beautiful Irish sweater that was once mine (or my brother's - have to ask Betty about that). The results weren't pretty.
No. More. Photos. Mom.
My "make good?"
Grahams and bubbles.
It stopped the tears.
But not the death stare.
