Little photographer

I have this old Sony Cybershot that I have never liked. When Madeline was born, the pictures of her were so awful that I decided to buy the camera I have now, which I love, of course. I've kept it, not knowing what to do with it. I think it's an ok camera, but just not what I wanted to take pictures of my kids with (I'm a spoiled brat). I thought I'd sell it on ebay and get $50 bucks for it or something.

But instead I handed it to Madeline's 2 1/2 year old self, to keep her busy for a few minutes while I cooked for Thanksgiving. I didn't think she'd be able to work it without help. I didn't think she'd have the coordination to hold it, frame, and push the button. Or be able to understand to hold still and wait for the loooong delay. Wrong-o. She works it just fine. She even knows how to turn it on and off and how to review the last picture she took. And can usually keep her grimy finger off the lens.



I let her take it to Thanksgiving. Her pictures are funny because she's so short they're all taken from knee height. And they are all a little blurry, much less than I'd think they'd be. Plus I think some of the blurriness is actually a greasy fingerprint on the lens. It's funny how much more comfortable people are in front of a camera if a 2 year old is holding it.

Here are some of her pictures. She's taken more pictures of me than have been taken in the past 2 1/2 years, since I'm the one usually holding the camera. They're not half bad...