Flash!

So as I was uploading pictures to the computer from my camera, I found roughly 50 blurry pictures of Jack Jack's crib, wall, floor, and the boy wonder himself:


Wow. Ellen must have sneaked into my room one morning and found the camera on the dresser. She must have quietly taken the camera out of the case and turned it on. She must have decided on the perfect subject for her photographic exploits and turned on the light in his room to wake him up.

Jack Jack did not want to be woken up by Ellen. He did not want his picture taken by Ellen. He did not want Ellen using Mommy's camera and telling him to say "whiskey!" (Sorry. That's what everyone said while taking pictures on my mission to Spain. Saying "queso" does not produce a charming smile. We have since changed to "colibri!" Hummingbird.)

No. No. No!


No, Ellen.


No acias, Ellen. (Jack regularly drops initial consonant sounds.)


Thanks for documenting Jack's morning face for posterity, Ellen. And thank you for not trying to scramble a dozen eggs for breakfast or get you and Jack a glass of juice. Thank you for not getting out the vacuum cleaner and plugging it in and vacuuming under the table while Mommy and Daddy and Rose were sleeping. Or trying to sleep.