It's interesting watching a little 21 month old place and plot his next move. He carefully placed each crayon between my toes. If some toes seemed to close together, he would use his chubby little fingers to pry my toes apart in order to slip the crayon in it's place.
What is the logic in this? Why would he want to put crayons between his Grandma's toes? No one will ever know. He's 21 months old. He doesn't have to be logical. He's working.
Grandma: Please let me take your picture. You're such a pretty little princess. Can you put your hands down and smile pretty for grandma? Okay, so I take that as a no. Well, what if I give you some gummy bears? You keep staring at me. So, I'm guessing that really does mean no. Ok. Just let me snap it as is. Never mind.
I think even Mason decided he wasn't going to smile for pictures. You win some ...you lose some. Even when they don't smile, they are so darn cute!
Grandma's chase babies around with a camera. She crawls on the grass, getting grass stains on her clothes, chigger bites, ant bites,and spiderwebs stuck in her hair... BUT she will eventually get the shots of her sweet little Grand babies! It's how we Grandma's of 2012 Roll!!!
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