I Am Not a Stage Mom

So...

Here was the deal: this great company sent me these adorable tutus and rompers and bows and what not to review. I thought I'd take pictures of Stella, the three year old, wearing said adorable things and then blog about it. 

Sounds easy, huh?

Um, not so much. 

I mean, I managed to and I blogged about it but let's just say things didn't exactly go smoothly.

First off all, trying to take pictures of a three year old is a little like herding a dang cat. Sit still and smile at the camera should be easy right? Apparently, not.

For example, here are some of the lovely pictures I took:

Oh, look, the back of her.

Oh, look, more of the back of her.

Oh, look, it's her out of focus.

And again, another picture of, you guessed it, the back of her.

At this point I got so frustrated that 'the fixer' (i.e. the nine year old) came in and tried to help. 

His definition of helping wasn't exactly simpatico with her.

In fact, it resulted in this:

Y'all...it was just a bunch of drama over here.

Daddy had to come in and save the day. 

Oh, please. Do not feel bad for this blasted baby. I'm the one that needed a stinking hug.

"Hee, hee...And yet, I'm the one that got one."

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