The girls are used to posing for me. Sometimes they even ask for their picture to be taken. . .
Hannah is generally a good sport about it.
Signe, on the other hand, could go either way. One minute she is asking--begging--me to take her picture. . .
The next minute she has had enough. This either become a grumpy face, a hidden face, or a silly face. . .
But I can usually talk her into smiling again. . .
But if I can't, I just take pictures of whatever is near by. Like Hannah's food. . .
. . . or my drink. . .
. . .or the cute 50's diner stools. . . and when I accidently get a picture of a man in the background, I apologize and explain I wasn't taking his picture. . .just the stools. . .
But apparently he wanted his picture taken. . . so I complied.
Too bad the best picture I took was of a man I don't know, rather than of my own child. Oh well. Practice is bound to make perfect, right?