Back shots....snap shots...

My Ava was not in the best mood today. A few 4 year old temper tantrums, her refusal to get in the car because my mom moved it to the driveway, throwing fits about this and that, just not a good day for her!

But she got new rainboots...a new umbrella...and was sporting a super cute blue dress, and hey it rained like all day...oh my photographer mind couldn't resist. I just had to! Hey and there were mud puddles. She doesn't like swimming, do to her Sensory Integration Disorder, I am assuming..nor doesn't care for baths..but give this girl a mud puddle, and she is happy. So hey, bad mood..
yes..but there were mud puddles.





When I got out the camera to take some shots of her with her new umbrella and boots, I should not have been surprised at her response. " Mama, I am not, NOT, gonna 'ook at you ..." I just kinda laughed, oh but of course you will look at me, I have tricks up my sleeve little one...you always fall for them...you always "ook" at me, at least a few times in my endeavors of taking pictures of your cute little self.



Hmm. Today was different. She would not fall for any of my tricks..."open your eyes big so I can get the catchlights, I mean so your eyes will sparkle!!" " OH my is that a PLANE in the sky??" " What is behind me, a car? a bus? a truck? what..a butterfly ??"



No, Nothing worked. Not one thing at all. Not even her super fun mud puddles. She was on a mission to totally act like I didn't even exist. She did her thing, while i begged and pleaded for one little glance.

If you are wondering just what she is doing in these pics, she is playing in tar. I used to play in those same tar...patches?..when I was little. Popping the bubbles, writing our names all over the road in that tar, getting it all over me, getting in trouble as my parents would have to wash it off of me with gasoline, listening to them forbid me to ever go near a tar patch on the road, ever ever again, but the tar was calling me and just about every summer day, I came home with tar all over me...and oh it was fun.
And now Aves has discovered those same tar...patches...and must pop all the bubbles. And no, we have not bickered over who is going to pop them, I of course, let her have all the bubbles to herself..because I am 29,and she is 4, and I would never fight with Aves over a tar bubble. Right.



Decided to use my new action on these, snapshot-like photos.




Why do people have to live in the neighborhood and park their cars where it destroys my backgrounds :)



And maybe just maybe tomorrow will be a new day, and Aves will want to share more of her face with us ..but for now, here is a peek!