My sisters both had babies within 6 weeks of one another in 2014.
It was a great time for me: the time when I became a blood aunt.
Actually I don't call myself a blood aunt because that is terrifying.
Recently (ok last summer) I was able to take pictures of my niece, River.
She's a ginger.
Her full name is River Itasca so this means we call her: River, Riv, River Itasca, Tassy, Tass, Itasca-dera, Sassy Tassy, Sass-a-fras, Sassy Tassy Fras, Tass-a-fras,
Uhh, moving on...
At first glance the photo shoot appears to be going well.
What ever could be the matter?
(Notice the object in the foreground for a hint)
That's right, Tassafras is not enjoying the feel of the grass on her legs.
She's a Minnesota girl, grass grows there for so short of a time period it's no wonder the baby is totally opposed to this flora.
Wait, can flora be non-flowering?
All biologists discuss...
I'm not going to claim to be a great photographer.
Because I'm not.
But such a dang cute subject matter means sooner or later the baby wins even if the camera looses.
Those neck rolls...
Actually that's what some may say of me *gulp*
but sister with no makeup on is in perfect focus,
you're welcome salamander sister.
My sisters and I always say that if we're sans makeup that we look like salamanders.
Because wouldn't a amphibian look ridiculous in eyeliner?!
Seriously love those big eyes and dainty nose...
Riv is much like her father: highly expressive in the eyebrow department.
This girl wears her emotions on her brows.
Case in point:
Here are her parents, note Jason's eyebrows.
I'm thinking Tass has an aversion to nature.
Even though she does have a giraffe tongue...
So we took the baby dragon, I-tasca-dera inside grandma's house...
And NOW she's a happy girl.
No grass to touch her skin.
No tree bark to scratch her hands.
And plenty-o-back chubby wubby to squish into poses!