Hud decided to take our portraits today. For a change, Simone was not rocketing around the room dashing in and out and around every single frame. She sat patiently in my lap.
Then she proceded to zoom around, jumping up on the ottoman, over my lap, under the tripod and into the living room, over the landing and leaping to a chair huffing in an excited pant.
But Monsieur? Who normally adores having his image captured on the small screen? The man of a thousand poses? Twisted and squirmed and wiggled and turned and generally misbehaved.
He did almost anything to avoid looking at the camera.
He kept kissing me.
You can tell by the death grip and both of our expressions just how relaxing it all was. It was a real bonding experience I hope to never repeat.
What? You love ze Zali! Hees your fahvorite! Kees heem!
We tried to get one of all three of us, but I was too worn out. Whew! I need a drink.
Pour ze Zali a fahne freench whine, s'il vous plait!
*All photos by the ever-charming Hud Andrews. And patient. Did I mention patient?*
