Miri has been attracted to cameras almost from Gotcha Day; by the time we deplaned at DIA, she had already developed a habit of reaching for my camera any time I pointed it in her direction. Two of her first words were, "picture!" and "cheese!" and she very quickly taught herself how to ask Uncle Brian to show her the photo he'd just taken (unfortunately, sometimes before I actually snapped the photo).
About 18 months ago, she began taking make-believe pictures with an imaginary camera, cupping her hands in front of her eyes and telling us, "say cheese!" followed by a loud "click!" (usually with a big smile). We've begun checking out kid-proof cameras, and she'll probably get one for Hanukkah... but in the meantime she's learned how to use her (very nervous) uncle's camera. I make sure that I'm holding on tightly, and have learned to immediately clean off the lens as soon as she's let go (she tends to wrap her hands around the front of the camera, fingertips pushed firmly up against the lens).
I have a few rather, um... unique (yeah, Dude, that's a good description!) images on the camera's SD card as a result of Miri's efforts. There's the picture she took of Grandpa where about 50% of the frame is taken up by a soda bottle that happened to be on the table; the photo of Grandma that's got lots of shoulder and just a touch of face; and the photo of Mommy that's 99% kitchen counter.
And then.... Well, and then there's one of several almost identical portraits the Pipsqueak took of her Uncle Brian.
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