Getting any photos of our youngest looking at me is darn near impossible.
lookie lou eye shift:
Olfa’s teeth are in my face:
Not a common everyday affliction, but you get the gist.
But then there are times where she is like this:
Which I’m quite sure is some sort of baby Italian hand talk for,
“Don’t-ah take-ah my-ah picture.”
c’est la vie.
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