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    Friday, March 5, 2010

    Workin those tears

    Nobody can work tears like a baby girl. That art form obviously comes at an early age. And it comes in handy as you get older. How else could I have talked my way out of 5 speeding tickets in my lifetime?

    But for this baby girl she's quickly learning how to turn daddy into a marshmallow. A little tear, chin down, a slow glance up, those big blue eyes look up at daddy, and with two large tears on her cheek he's running out to the nearest toy story to buy her the biggest teddy bear. Ok, so the last part may be an exaggeration, but she certainly is able to melt our hearts with those tears. Anything to make it all better. Suggles, kisses, tickles, maybe a spoonful of ice cream...perhaps another spoonful of ice cream, anything to make those tears stop.

    Today on this beautiful March afternoon, I realized it was the Golden Hour and that I had to go outside and grab some new pics of Layla since we were long overdue. She ate some grass, clapped her hands, crawled around....and then in true girl fashion, the wind changed and she was miserable. And boy did she turn on the tears...big time.

    She started off with this lovely stick. I'm trying to be cool about dirt in the mouth. It's healthy right?? RIGHT?

    Yep, oh so happy with her stick

    This is when the wind changed. According to Layla, life is only good when the wind is blowing from the SSE direction and at a speed of 12.35 KM. Anything other than that, and life as we know it is over. OVER I SAID!

    Aww, look at those tears. Don't you just wanna give her a hug? And maybe wipe her nose?

    Ugh, just pulls at those heart strings. This is where she was really workin it ;)

    This is when the wonder of being a child comes back into play. Through her tears, she heard a strange new sound and saw an airplane

    And back to the stick. The wind went back to it's SSE direction, and everything was right in the world

    Then I gave her a hug and wiped her tears. She started to sob a little bit more. Thats when I told her to quit it.

    Tears only work on me for so long;)


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