Not much CHEESE going on here...

A couple of weeks ago I hired a friend in our neighborhood to take some pictures of our family. After just a few shots, Ava realized that she was supposed to look at the camera and therefore would rather run and play and NOT be held. Which actually isn't too far from normal, I guess, except she wouldn't look up. The photographer brought a big, bushy, colorful duster to help get her to smile. Well, Ava did smile, as long as she was actually holding the duster. Otherwise you'd think that that ball of fuzz was the essential oxygen her lungs were craving and that we were absolutely torturing her by withholding it. Between that and my eye blinking, it was a wonder that we got any decent shots. But of course Jon, being the rock of the family, looked dashing in every single photo. He would.