My Country Girl

I had such high hopes for the most adorable photo shoot with Violet on our trip to gramma's house 2 weeks ago. The best laid plans don't always go the way you hope. The outfit was adorable, the boots were vintage, the baby wanted nothing to do with the country. I guess I thought that my love of the area would have been passed to her in the womb. No true. Anytime the camera came out, she was screaming because it meant mommy would not be holding her. I guess I should be flattered knowing that someday she won't even look twice at me before running off to enjoy all the fun that the freedom from the big city has to offer.

See what I mean.


This outfit is freakin' adorable....why are you crying?!


So we hopped the fence and headed straight into the land of a million childhood memories. The place where we were pirates, floated down the Nile, and were ecoavengers saving hundreds of endangered frogs on a daily basis. All I wanted was one good picture.


and this is the best I could get. At least this was just the first try. We have lots more visits to Gramma's house.


Well we couldn't spend all our time trying to take pictures when there was yard work to do and when the only yard you have is covered in concrete, yard work is a treat. So scarves were donned and we headed out...


Yard work is hot work, who doesn't love a little playing in the hose?


Violet.


One last try the night before we leave...at least we're not looking at her molars.






Finally a smile!!


and, despite the snot, this is probably my favorite.