Photo Please

 In the old days the minute Brady heard the camera turn on it ignited his inner super model. Pout and pose, pout and pose. He couldn't wait for every moment to be captured in frame. Now, that he is older and frankly, too cool for school, the same on button turns him into "full throttle." A camera can turn a normally calm and collected toddler into an angry bird on crack with a side of red bull. I can't capture a civilized photo of  B man to save my life. So bear with me as we say good bye to our glorious print ads of the past and dive head first into Brady, the crazy mega pixel.

Mallory on the other hand basically sets the scene, checks her hair, plumps her lips, hires a stylist and ensures the lighting is complimenting her best side. Which, if you ask her, is the right and the left. I'm sure in time, she will join Brady on the dark side and I'll be dodging footballs and curse words just to snap a few fleeting moments.