My daughter, the Librarian slash Supermodel

A few weeks back we had some professional portraits taken of M. As you'll see, they turned out beautifully. Thanks to Jodie at The Black Horse Studio for letting me post these images and share them with you.

My one regret is that this session was before she'd gotten her new, stylin' bob -- her hair looks a little dodgy in some of these shots... well, TO ME, but then I'm her Mom and prone to look for things to be neurotic about. It's kind of my freakin' job, people. As a mother, I have what amounts to a PhD in Neuroticism. The coursework included Advanced Fretting and Compulsive Anxious Handwringing. I've also done some self-study in Xanax Procurement and Ingestion (no credits, but it fills out the ol' CV nicely).

(I'm putting the rest of the photos after the jump so as not to overload the home page with hi-res pixels... Join me on the other side, won't you?)

Aside: keeping a box of tissues handy while looking at these might be a good idea. Especially if you're, you know, ME.

I like the color version better, I think. Yay? Nay?

This is probably the most natural of the lot. And somehow -- whether it's her facial expression or her gaze -- it seems to express a lot of her personality to me.

"When I grow up, I want to be a librarian!"

Flashing her five-year-old gang sign for the homies.

I can't decide if I think this looks caught mid-sentence or kind of growl-y. RAWR!

I think the first three photos are the clear winners though. Suitable for framing and gifting to Grandparents and clutching to one's chest while rocking back and forth whispering "my baby! my baby!"... you know, all that jazz. cough.

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Unrelatedly, please check out the first post in the series Gwen Bell and I are collaborating on, The Hipster's Guide To Life Online, aka (wait for it...) The Social Media Zombie Ate My Brain: How To Wrestle Your Soul Back From The Gaping Maw Of Interweb Timesuck (pumps fist in the air). Gwen is good, smart people. You should know Gwen.