Yesterday, my daughter and I took my two grandchildren to get their Easter pictures made. Lexi, the big sister at 18 months, was all over the place, as usual, having to see what everyone else was doing, searching for a space to squeeze in on all the fun.

Of course, if she took the time to pose for her own pictures, she might miss giving her two cents worth to another family on their choice of picture poses or backdrops. 

Mommy and Mimi just would not stop with the “Lexi, hold Kyler’s hand, give the bunny a kiss, can  you sit on the stool, no don’t take off your shoes, come back here, no, don’t bother those people!”

Needless to say, the photographer was very professional and very good with kids like my granddaughter – The Brats. After eighty-nine pictures, my daughter chose the ones she liked while I chased and bribed and begged Lexi to leave everyone else in the portrait studio with at least one nerve in tact.

But I’m not kidding anyone. I loved it. I laughed and enjoyed her antics to the point that she will probably be hell on wheels when she gets a bit older. Couldn’t help it :) Here’s a few of the pics :)