I am no longer persona non grata here at Casa de Abba.
I think she was about two and still mispronouncing her own name when she thrust her hands into my camera lens and with the screech of three nightmarish words -- NO MORE PISHERS -- single-handedly assured herself a little brother.
Oh how times change.
Now that my camera is seeking out a smaller, less loquacious subject she is all smiles. Not to mention all "Here take my picture doing this ... how about if I hold it on my head. Wait! Here, look at this. ... I'm holding it between my legs. Isn't that funny? Quick take a picture."
I don't mean to give you the impression she's jealous of the attention Silas is getting; she doesn't seem peeved. She doesn't pull me away from him to look at her. I think she's just decided from watching that it's fun to pose.
It kind of took me by surprise this new interest in being photographed. I didn't really know what to do with it since I'm not typically interested in "look at me" type photographs. I'd much prefer she ignore me like she usually does the other 92 percent of the time I've got my camera in hand.
But I'm not going to complain about it; there's still plenty of candid moments even when she's saying cheese. It's just nice not to have to be a contortionist (or a magician) to catch them.
I know this phase won't last, though. One day she'll say Abba-cadabra or some other explosive command and it will be gone.