The other day I was downstairs feeding Hunter when I heard Tralee yell from upstairs, "Look at Tralee Mommy! Look at Tralee!" I shouted back upstairs, "Kay, I'll be there after I'm done feeding baby." By the time I got upstairs Tralee had moved onto another activity, and I wasn't sure why or what she wanted me to look at. That is, until I got on the computer and saw that she figured out how to take pictures of herself from photobooth. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard looking through the thirty-something pictures she took of herself. Then I called Jim and told him all about it. He came home and we laughed together again when we went through each picture and tried to figure out what Tralee was thinking with each picture she took. Below are our interpretations. There were more photos, but these pretty much sum it up:
I had a little talk with Tralee about using the computer when Mommy or Daddy aren't around to help. I don't think it sunk in, as the next day when I was feeding Hunter in another room I heard the photobooth sounds. I kept asking from the other room, "Tralee, what are you doing?" To which I got no response. I think the pictures where she's looking all innocent must be when I was asking her what she was up to. When I was done feeding Hunter I came into the room and caught her red-handed. I laughed and then joined in the fun. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Excuse the messy background, we're still moving in. Actually, the computer is also in the same room with all the toys, so there will probably always be stuff all over the floor when we use our computer's camera.
So that's our little photographer/model Tralee. She finds ways to make us laugh everyday.
Not bad! I think she approves of the new computer.
ReplyDeleteJust wanted to let you know that we enjoyed your visit with us up here in the great white north. Love the pictures of Tralee.
ReplyDeleteHaha...love that she figured out how to use that!
ReplyDeleteI love that. It's hilarious.
ReplyDeletethat is way too funny!
ReplyDeleteSoooo, cute! Precious moments. I still want to hear your moving story...
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