my girl | jacksonville, fl children’s photographer

When I was a little girl, I wanted my name to be Monica.  Monica Nathews.

I find it almost impossible to type anything without first writing it down.  On paper.  With a pen.

While these kind acts of randomness have absolutely nothing to do with this post, I thought you’d like to know anyway!

Last week I got itchy.  Not wool sweater, red bumps, scratch-until-you-bleed itchy, but itchy on the inside.  Ancy.  I’ve been spending way too much time on my couch.  In solitude.  Working.  I needed a change of scenery…I needed human contact and I needed it FAST.  So, I transplanted myself from my couch in Birmingham, AL to my sister’s couch in Jacksonville, FL.  The move was just what I needed and I got to see my girl and take some pictures of her…when she would let me.

My niece, Ellie, has picked up a sweet little habit from her mama.  Whenever my camera appears, her hands immediately cover her face and she yells “DON’T TAKE MY PICTURE!!”  Thanks Libby.

Finally, after bribing her with a trip to Starbucks for cookies and vanilla milk, I was able to catch a few shots.  However, we were only able to stay outside for a few minutes due to the mutant-killer mosquitos that decided to attack.  I would compare these dudes to  real life Tracker Jackers.  No.  Joke.

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She had to wear her “high heels” like mom.vPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVTrouble.  Right there. Sassy, saucy, TROUBLE.vPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVWorkin’ those modeling chops, baby.vPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEVvPINIMAGEV

My sweet girl.