Stop, In The Name of Love Before You Blind My Eyes

Hula + new camera + three month old nephew = picture taking to the nth degree. Dinner with Special D. (and the rest of the family but who's counting them) Monday night had me out of control. The quest to get a shot of him smiling in low light under wiggly circumstances took all dadgum evening. I finally landed one right before we left. I tried to make it work without a flash, so as not to blind him, but I think his retinas are at the very least detached. Forgive the fuzziness of these pictures. They're really too out of focus to use, but I'm posting them anyway because they tell the story of the evening.

Now, he's no stranger to the camera, but let's just say he was a little tired of it before the salad even arrived.

Hey, who's that crazy lady with the camera?

What the heck is that noise?

Has she quit yet, Teen Angel? Can I look?

Unc, make her stop. Hey, maybe if I poop on her, she'll quit.

Ack! There she goes again. Good Gerber woman, don't you ever quit?!

A little help over here. Anybody? ANYBODY? Maybe the pitiful look will work. That usually guilt's SOMEBODY into giving me my way.

Oh alright, I'll just smile and get it over with. Check please.