I'm taking a photography class on Saturday mornings and am saddened by how much harder it is to take pictures in manual mode. I totally suck! By the time I get the freaking thing set to take a picture, my subject wanders out of the frame. I have to find a reptile house and practice on some turtles.
This one would have been good if Isabella wasn't all blurry.
That one might have been good if the main subject wasn't see-through. Fortunately the big pile of dirty laundry in the background came through a little better.
I kind of like this one of her lying in the grass.
Here's a lovely one of my blue son. He looks almost as blue as he did in the newborn picture that Andrew emailed to everyone in my Yahoo adress book.
Just a friendly suggestion to any husbands out there-- if you're going to email a picture of your blue child to everyone you know, at least mail the one that doesn't make your wife look like a sumo wrestler.
Isabella's little belly and pained expressions make me laugh.
Here are a few of Anderson so he doesn't think I love Isabella more than him.
I think this tutu is really funny. I can't stop taking pictures of her in it.