A portrait of sorts

I don't post many pictures of myself because I have rules about how my photo should be taken.

I have this conversation with Mr Lemon pretty much every time he takes a picture.

a) "The camera should be eye-level."

b) "Please don't zoom in, I'll do it myself on the computer later."

c) "There's too much of me in the picture. I really just want my face in the picture."

d) "Oh, give it here, I'm tired of bossing you around, I'll do it myself."

It's not his fault, really. I know I'm bossy, and he knew it before he married me. I told him I was bossy. I gave him every chance within three weeks to back out before he proposed to me.

Oh, shiny object. Where was I?

For funz and full disclosure, this particular photo shoot started out like this:

But I was leaning over too far, and Pinky not looking in the right direction. And what is that expression on his face?

Presenting the "I'm starving, Momma, I'm withering away to nothing" Maneuver:

You see why I have rules about my pictures. I hastily put my hair up while it was wet, and it's all too obvious in this profile. And bless her heart, she's pretty clear about when she's ready to nurse.

So that's how we ended up here:

In other news, Pinky is trying to crawl. It is so darling. Check it out: