My Own Personal Paparazzi

If you ever stop by my house and see me walking around in sunglasses, it’s not because I had a rough night. It’s because Little J has discovered photography. While cleaning out our home office during the blizzard, we found an older digital camera and decided to give it to her to use. She immediately started running around the house taking pictures of anything she could find including her toys and Sierra. I could sense her frustration was building until she finally started stomping her feet and ran upstairs. Upon investigation, we discovered the problem was that she couldn’t hold the camera still so everything was coming out blurry.

Enter the tripod. I have a Flip camera with a small table-top tripod, so I attached that to the camera and off she went again. This time she would look at the screen after taking a picture, smile and announce “that’s a good one.” So while I applaud her creative choices in subjects and angles, I’m not a total fan of her work.

She has basically become my very own personal paparazzi. Let’s just say it’s a really good thing the pictures are digital and can be deleted, because some of them would downright scare the poor individual developing the film. I apparently need to teach her more about hair and make-up specifically that Mommy requires both of these things to be complete before anyone should even consider taking my picture. She is notorious for catching me when I first wake up and come down the stairs in the morning. Can you say bed head?I turn a corner, FLASH, there she is. She is especially fond of the surprise attack.

While I don’t want to stifle her creativity, I fear for the career path she is on if we don’t provide some limits. So consider this your fair warning, if you see Little J and her trusty camera know anything is fair game with her.