We took Veronica in for her first studio portrait today, at Sears.

*sigh*

*rubs temples*

OK, normally, we have one of the most pleasant, smiley babies ever. Our kid loves to grin. And if she won't smile at us, she's smiling at any stranger who gives her a friendly look.

Except for today.

Today, she was crying and fussing off n' on all day, for no apparent reason. She would not smile for the camera. She would not smile for me. She would not smile for Jason. She would not smile for strangers, in this case, the two Sears Portrait Studio employees on duty today. The best we got was her looking pensive (as usual), and not pissed. At least she was wearing an adorable little dress with a matching hat, and she does look lovely in the final pose. She just doesn't look gleeful, with that big gummy baby grin like all the model portraits in the waiting room.

I still can't wait to get them, though - they won't be ready until Aug. 18. It's her first professional portrait (second, if you count the "first photo" from the hospital), so I'm big-time excited.

After today, though - driving two hours round-trip to pick up my gown for Coby's wedding, then the portrait studio experience, followed by picking up the shoes for said wedding and an evening walk - I'm pooped. Short, abrupt ending to the post. Sorry about that.