growing up fast

On Monday, I had the (not so) brilliant idea of attempting to get some portraits done with Henry. He acted like all of the "bad" kids that used to come into mom's studio with their families. He made faces, he wouldn't smile, he was wayyyyy more interested in picking up sticks/leaves/bugs than posing, and he even faked crying to get out of pictures. I can't say I was surprised, or that I blame him. He is, after all, only ten short days away from turning three. They say that three is far worse than the "terrible twos" ... I certainly hope not! Even though he was a little difficult, we got some wonderful shots. I gave up on posing and just started playing, which I should have known to do all along. When you're three years old, there are so many exciting things to do; why would you ever want to stay still for a picture? I'm posting my favorites for the world to see here. I love Henry more than anything in this world, and I think it shows.