And then *I* cried.
'Cause seriously, it was hard enough to get a picture of my pregnant belly (the DB *did* finally take some photos, which are of course now lost somewhere on his computer leaving me with only my lame attempts) and now I'm supposed to photograph this tiny wriggling baby? One handed, or course, because she will just Not Stay Still. Honestly, I ask her to smile and hold that pose and she sticks her hand in her mouth or bursts into tears or makes a monkey face. WORK WITH ME CHILD!!
And then suddenly she'll smile.
But the minute I hold the shiny silver box up to my face, she loses the cute "oh, I'm going to lay here and smile and coo at you" face. It's remarkable. I have an adorable child, but you'd never know it from the photographs. And when I finally get a good shot and I crow with joy, I then discover that the flash didn't go or the auto focus chose the floor or my foot to focus on. Turns out I am a lousy photographer.