Reagan's daddy is really into photography and his daughter is a very willing model for him on a near daily basis. We knew she knew what went on for the subject of a photograph. She cheeses it up quite willingly. We didn't realize, however, that she's also been paying attention to the other side of the camera.
Tonight I was grant writing (so what else is new?) and Danny was folding clothes and doing chores around the house. Reagan flit between her parents, singing songs, riding in the laundry basket, eating an orange and generally being adorable.
At one point I saw Reagan pull Danny's tripod from the office closet but I thought nothing of it. She's played with it before.
Minutes later I heard my daughter chirp, "Say cheese, Mommy!" I turned around and she'd set up the tripod on her own. Perched on its top was her pink Barbie camera. Reagan was hunched down behind the tripod, eye squinted, finger posed over the "click" button.
Look out Ansel Adams.
Life with Reagan, Our Little Ruler and Hunan Spicy Girl
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