3 Ain't the Charm...

So, Three.

It's been proven that three is the worst age for picture taking with the Gardner Boyz.

Despite their advance language skills and my supreme negotiating tactics, all hell breaks loose in the portrait studio and it all seems to hit the fan.

You pickin' up what I'm puttin' down?

Luckily, for both Kael and Dax, the crew pulls out every single moving apparatus they have crammed into their bag o' tricks.  Do note the presence of wheeled props in most of these pics. 

At least they know what they like?

And this little man, Dax... he is a wise, opinionated toddler.  He would smile briefly then duck his head and bat his lashes and ask sweetly for the Firetruck feigning paralyzing shyness like an old pro. 

Or he would cling to me as if his life depended on it until the photographer offered him a Smartie at which point he dropped it like it was hot and nonchalantly went to collect his goodies.

Little turd.

Good thing I am crazy about him.

And that sweet little tongue and his adorable chipped tooth.

My conniving little three-year-old, showin' his mad skillz... and makin' his mama nuts-o.  

And lookin' adorable despite his teenage-like determination to NOT cooperate.

I told RyGar this is a foreshadowing of things to come this year.  And he said, "Duh."

Well, if those aren't the words of a consummate optimist?  :)

But really... three, right?  It is the best of times... and the worst of times...

And we're gonna love the ride with you Daximus!

XOXO, Handsome Little Devil!