For every baby picture that I would consider to be "cute", flattering, or worthy of printing - like this one:
- there are probably two dozen that are not-quite-so-cute, wholly unflattering, and worthy of little save deletion. Babies move. They talk (and talk and talk and talk) their incomprehensible wordless talk. They yell. They grimace. They drool. They look away, spit-up, and contort their faces without any consideration of how silly they look - although even these photos can be endearing sometimes, other times we can't even bring ourselves to chuckle between shrieks of "good god delete it!". And most of the time I do delete them, but some remain. I have collected a few of these - including a few frames from that ill-fated Christmas portrait shoot - for your viewing pleasure, and for the future embarrassment of our daughter...
Sorry, I am, Little Miss Yoda.
- there are probably two dozen that are not-quite-so-cute, wholly unflattering, and worthy of little save deletion. Babies move. They talk (and talk and talk and talk) their incomprehensible wordless talk. They yell. They grimace. They drool. They look away, spit-up, and contort their faces without any consideration of how silly they look - although even these photos can be endearing sometimes, other times we can't even bring ourselves to chuckle between shrieks of "good god delete it!". And most of the time I do delete them, but some remain. I have collected a few of these - including a few frames from that ill-fated Christmas portrait shoot - for your viewing pleasure, and for the future embarrassment of our daughter...
Sorry, I am, Little Miss Yoda.
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