Super Zed...Faster Than a Speeding Bullet etc...Leaping Tall Buildings etc...

I couldn't get home fast enough today to put my evil photography plan into action. Somewhere between two towns this morning I thought it would be fun to dress Zed up like a superhero, slap together a cheesy looking fake sky, and start snapping what would surely amount to bad photos. It worked...sort of.

Zed was a difficult model to work with...very restless and squirmy...very eager to do anything but what I was hoping she'd do...but regardless, we still managed to have fun, and get some absolutely ridiculous shots. I think the stupidity of it all, and the horrid lack of professionalism throughout the entire session made it all even better.

We had a t-shirt for a cape...much, much too big tights...and pink underwear. We made a cloud out of paper, and used an old blue sheet for sky. I'm sure we could have been more successful had, you know, Zo been more than two and half years old, and if Dad knew what the heck he was doing. Instead, we got an intimate portrait of a Dad trying really hard to snap fun photos of his pseudo-superhero daughter, rather than the cool superhero photos we had hoped for. Shrug...

Zed had fun, and despite wanting to quit almost as soon as I started, I eventually got my act together and managed to enjoy the chaos. It's nearly impossible to give a two and half year old semi-superhero instructions, even when you sit her down and talk slowly. She does what she wants to do...perhaps that's her humble super power? She's a good listener, just a bad follow througher. She's kind of got her own agenda.

When it was all said and done, we enjoyed ourselves, and somehow managed to cook dinner all at the same time. Talented, I know...I might get all the credit for that kind of juggling, but Zed's immutable cuteness wins the trophy. She's a superhero alright...capable of melting Daddy's heart in a single bound.

Of course, this was all part of Cool School, Zed's winter version of camp. We've got a lot on the schedule, but doing ridiculous things is right at the top. Of course, we could be doing educational things, you know, taking advantage of Grandma's hard work all day...numbers, letters, physics, all that stuff...but nope, we're doing our own thing separate from all that JK preparation garbage. We're having fun, and that alone might be the best lesson of all. Why else would we bother to get out of bed in the morning? To learn our alphabet? No. To fly like a superhero? Heck yeah!