I am much loving these Bank Holiday weekends. I’m not sure I have ever really noticed them before but 3 days away from the grindstone perhaps seems more important to me than it used to. I had to go into work this morning to work on a skeleton argument for a case in Hong Kong with my Leader. Then I rushed down to Worthing for my niece’s first birthday party.
She is proof positive (as if it were needed) that there is a “Pizza Gene” in my family
What I enjoy about photgraphing kids is that their thoughts are writ large on their faces. Here she is plainly thinking “you bastard – you’re going to produce this at my 21st birthday party aren’t you?”. She is a very perceptive one year old.
Little E is also my goddaughter, Having almost reached 40 without kids you collect instead a large number of goddchildren. P and I have 9 between us. It began to become something of a joke. Friends would invite us out to dinner because they had something “important” to ask us and we’d start to feel like Bertie Wooster faced with a wedding proposal. Somehow, now the birthdays are all safely in the diary and a routine of gift-buying established, I am now most worried we won’t make double figures.
That looks like a rather classy pizza, too. I can tell from the consistency of the charring and the flour, as well as the near-perfect angle of the bend from the perpendicular. And note the outstretched pinky, the sign of a true connoisseur.
My God that’s a good picture! You’re in the wrong line of work, Moobs.
Just one reason why I will not be having a 21st birthday party.
Great pic, Moobs. I love the way she has a piece in each hand – a girl after my own heart.
I worked at American Greetings when my daughter was 10 months old. She did a greeting card photo shoot. I got as many extra cards as I could find. Her 16th birthday is payback for the hell and swimsuit issues she is putting me through now. HELL NO, you aren’t wearing that dental floss!
9 godchildren? I feel like Frauline Maria when she finds out that she’s about to nanny for 7. 9 children?
Wow, that’s just incredible and a big responsibility. Your heads must be screwed on super straight for so many parents to think so highly of you both.
The eyes…love them! She is toooo cute!!! 🙂
Ha – Stephanie! Your goddaughter looks adorable – that look she’s giving you is hilarious! I’m having pizza for dinner tonight at a meeting – now she’s got me in the mood for it! (I would normally be, as I love pizza with a passion, but I’m having a real Fat Day. There’s no way I can say no to pizza though.)
Your goddaughter is adorable and her expression is priceless. Once she masters her dexterity she is going to pounce on your ass for taking that picture.
Excellent photo, Moobs – SOO much material there! But the caption of her thoughts…”you bastard” – definitely lurking in her gaze… 21st Birthday or Wedding Day? I think that both may be in order. This had me cracking up…
What a cutie. Although, it looks to me that she is angry about something, kind of alarmed in some way…my gawd – were you trying to steal a slice of pizza from a one year old?
Catherine – you’d be surprised how often my clients tell me that.
Rick – you curmudgeon. Just send me the price of a pint and I’ll have a drink for your birthday without you needing to trouble yourself with organising a do. Please bear in mind it is the price of a pint in London.
Katja – we must be related
Christina – Mwahahaa. Vengeance planned 16 years in advance – you’re good.
Pickles – weirdley, brown paper packages tied up with string are one of my favourite things
Jen – I’d give them to you but I suspect she needs them
LB – I assume loving pizza with a passion is illegal in the southern states
Carolyn – I have now stolen the phrase “pounce on your ass”. I love it and will be working it into my next set of Court submissions.
kev – Once this has been deployed at her 21st she will never marry
Sweaty P – Busted.