why i consistently resort to using my phone as a camera when i later feel gross about the quality of the photo i don't know.
perhaps because you can't find 3-year-olds where you left them when you want to take their picture.
like this one.
that i took recently in our basement.
because i watched our sweet benjamin go through the painstaking process of setting up his little blue owl chair.
then getting his blanket.
and arranging himself in each repeatedly until he felt perfectly "cozy."
in front of what i would consider a much easier option. . .
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