When Joey was little, we took hundreds (OK, thousands) of pictures of him. He cooed. He smiled. He waved. He adored the camera. The camera adored him. You get the picture. Lately, well, he still adores the camera but it doesn't like him so much.
Late last fall, I tried to find some good shots for our Christmas card photo and realized that Joey hadn't taken a single good shot in months. We had tons of shots of his back, his sprawled legs, his eyelids-- but nothing with him looking at the camera or smiling. Nope, my little boy couldn't hold still for the 2 seconds it took for the aperture to close and the flash to go off.
Never fear... like all good parents, Cam and I had a solution. We ordered a NikonD40X, a fancy-schmancy camera that took 10 shots per second. We figured that even Joey could hold still for 1/10 of a second. We were wrong.
Last weekend, like good Texans, we headed out to the blue bonnets to take pictures. Kate (being young and immobile) smiled and cooed and took about 600 fabulous shots (I swear). Joey, well, that whole 1/10 of a second thing didn't work so well. Not a one. We got a few that were decent, but not a single eyes-at-the-camera, white-toothy-grin shot. 
We're still trying. The day my quest for the perfect shot ends, you'll be the first to find out cause I'll blow it up and post it all over my blog and flickr page for all to see. One of these days.
