10/52

A portrait a week of the Little Ladie is the goal. And I'm getting the portraits but not the posting time. Hence there may be a couple together this week.

Here, the independent soul says "Mine!" and refuses offers of help. Tired Mama just wants haste; why so much mucking around? Why hasn't she learned what 'hurry' means? Put the dang jarmmies on!

"Ad-da-day," she insists. Implying that there will be no intervention accepted from Mama or Mountain Dad.

In the end, my impatience wins the day and I wrestle and pin her down (she complains). I do the press-studs (snaps) up myself and release her like you would a wild animal, hoping that she'll be so worn out now that 'teeth time' won't present similar battles.