My sister called me a few weeks ago and commanded that I go immediately to iTunes and download the song That’s My Daughter, (by Loudon Wainwright, in case you’re looking). She heard it in the movie Knocked Up and said I NEEDED to have it. And was she ever right. It starts like this…everything she sees, she says she wants / Everything she wants, I see she gets. And it keeps getting better. Score one for Auntie Becky.
The kids were out on the porch a couple of days ago, it was mild, we had just waved goodbye to James and Hope, and they wanted to stay outside. So I did what all normal people do, I ran in for my camera. Sam has hit the point where he KNOWS I am going to try to get a good picture and he immediately runs the other way. Such is life for the children of photographers, right? But Jane is still good for a few minutes of shooting, and I got a couple of beauties. Dirty face (we had just finished some milk and peanut butter crackers), messy hair, and a perfect representation of my girl. Jane Louise is so fresh these days, sass coming out of her ears, an independent streak that makes me dread her teenage years, but she has us so completely wrapped around her little finger…and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
(first the song….)
And a couple of favorites:
(that’s my daughter…who’d have ever thought her….)