
I love that when I take out the camera I get mauled like a
paparazzi. The girls become instant posers - models from the underground. Now, every once and a while, Olivia runs like her diaper is on fire. For the most part, though, she will stick around and give a
perfo
rmance worthy of praise.
Last night was no exception. I took the camera out to try and get a picture of the dog - his first grooming since joining us, memorable
occasion, I know. Suddenly I was attacked by two little people hamming it up for the camera. You would have thought they were competing for a prize.

