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Here we have an 8-year old boy whose eyelashes stopped me mid-sentence. (If you know how much I love to yap, that tells you a lot right there.)  But let’s allow the photo to do some talking.  Have a gander at Mr. Lashtastic: 

I’m sure he’ll be able to use these lashes as a not-so-secret weapon in the future.  And it’s not just the lashes.  I have never seen eye whites this white. Despite what you may think,  I didn’t TOUCH them in post-production.  Kid must catch some good Z’s at night.  

I expected him to act a little shy, a little stand-off-ish, maybe even a little awkward. Capital NOPE. He was polite and pleasant and downright adorable. I don’t want my 4-year-old son to grow up too fast, but this kid made me look forward to the 8-year-old boy my son could grow into.  

Then, we have Sister Sweetheart… a middle child like me. (I’d like to think I’m a sweetheart as well.) So, we got along great. There was a smidgen of shyness at first.  See, here:

I absolutely LOVE when the first photo is a shy one.  Peeking around from all that pretty, pretty hair… so darling.  My daughter is about the same age, so I couldn’t help but adore her.

Such a beautiful girl… with dark lashes like her brother. Lucky lady.  How their parents tell them “no” for anything is beyond me.  Three bats of the lashes and I’d be selling my backup camera to buy them extra bicycles or something.

She appreciated my goofiness and responded with cuteness. And look here… By her last frame, the inner supermodel was brought to the surface:

I saved the baby brother for last because let’s face it… a glorious head full of curls is almost more than most people can stand. If your’e like me, anyway. Big curls atop a tiny tot… make my heart flop around like a fish out of water. He was a curly-headed wondertot.

Whooooaaa, not so fast.  Scroll back up.  Did you see?  Didyousee didyousee didyouSEE???!!  Yep. Even a two-year-old has gotten the memo.  Ah, my favorite expression lives on.  I promise I don’t force this look upon them. It just happens and it’s magic.

Just like big brother, he loves baseball.  And, I love everything about this shot.  His jeans, sock and sneaker and his little toddler hands with his way-too-clean toddler fingernails.  (It was early in the morning. He must not have had time to get dirty yet.)  This just screams “little boy” to me:

And this next one will be the last photo in this post because you’re going to need some serious swoon space after this:

The best thing about that photo?  HIS IDEA.  I know, I couldn’t believe it, either.  I had a roomful of witnesses and photographic proof, though.

Amazing and beautiful kids. All three were such a joy to chat with and photograph.

To their parents: I’m so glad you braved the rain and storms to head to my studio on this day. And I’m really glad you booked your appointment 6+ months ago so I could meet such a lovely family.   Keep doing what you’re doing with raising these kids. Oh, and write a book about, too. It is obvious you’re doing something right. I hope you like your preview- the rest will be finished soon!

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This newborn…

He set the bar so high… it’s lost up there in the clouds somewhere. He was an incredibly well-behaved 7-pounder. He slept the entire shoot and didn’t even need to be fed or changed once. His entire shoot only lasted an hour and 45 minutes. That’s including the time it took me to change backgrounds and set-ups. Wow, baby!

He continued to set himself apart by having THE softest skin I’ve ever felt. His skin was like… it was as soft as……. nothing. There’s nothing softer. So, from now on, everything that is soft in this world will be compared to this baby’s skin.

Now to explain the reason for this blog’s title. This sweet sleeper loved to play a little game called, “I’m-going-to-smile-as-soon-as-she-sets-her-camera-down”. He did it countless times. What a little tease! Nice game, Mc Teasy, but I caught this one..

I thought I saw a glimpse of dimps and  I asked his parents if he had dimples.  They were unsure at the time because baby was still so new. (I didn’t chimp for dimps, so I noticed this photo when I got home.)  I was thrilled.  Dimples do weird things to my heart.  Good, weird things.

This next pose was all him.  I had his hands on his belly, but he had other plans.  I ended up liking this better, though… you can see all his little arm creases…

… and did you notice the newborn skin peelies on his belly?  Here’s a closer look… along with tissue-paper-thin newborn fingernails…

And his feet! Some of the smallest I’ve ever seen. Little cartoon feet of perfection. It was coming up on lunchtime… he was lucky I didn’t take a bite.  YOM!

Look at his beautiful baby. Perfectly crafted and rolled into a cocoon of cuteness.

And he came with a full set of dark lashes… the ones that photograph beautifully.

To his parents: I love how fast we “clicked” (I shall use photography-related puns whenever possible.) I had just met you and I felt like I was hanging out with old friends. I’m so excited to be able to photograph your perfect son as he grows throughout the year. He truly is beautiful… and he truly was a joy to photograph. I hope you like your preview- the rest will be finished soon!

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The memo?  She got it.

I have no choice but to (once again) begin a blog post with my most favorite expression:  (and the crowd *in my head* goes wild).

Now, I know you swooned over her expression and her puppy eyes, but please look one more time and appreciate the neck rolls before you move on. K, thanks.

If baby dolls came to life, they’d look just like this:

This is her favorite toy, Luci Goosie.  Her mama said she loves to carry her by the neck.  I knew I had to get a photo of just that:

They make an adorable pair.

For a tiny girl, I couldn’t believe how much she was walking. She was like a confident little wind-up toy. I said, “Who has been winding you up? Do you have a little crank on your back!?” It was so fun to watch.

In case you’re wondering how old she is… just ask her and she’ll tell you:

Yeah, It’s her party and she’ll take her bow out if she wants to:

Gotta love her look of defiance in that one!

And since she’s full of cute expressions, here’s another one.  I think she’s just as shocked as we are that she’s a toddler now.

Not so fast, little miss!  As long as I can still make you look like a baby… you’re still a baby:

To her mama: You are such a good, good mama. And as I told you, your baby is one of the most talked-about babies I have photographed. She gives you so much to be proud of!  She is a triple threat with beauty, brains, and personality.  To her “Dee”: First of all, you don’t look old enough to be a grandmother. Second of all, I loved your smiling face. Your excitement was infectious. Feel free to hang out in my studio any time!  I hope you like these previews- the rest will be finished soon!

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Skin like butter and full of fluffin like a muffin.   He’s a butter muffin… and I adore him.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.  Did you see that?   Why, yes.  He was aware of my favorite expression. If you read my previous blog post, you might remember me mentioning that babies all over town have gotten the memo… and this expression has been happening so often in my studio… it almost makes me levitate with happiness.

In case you don’t believe me, here is another shot:

Aaaand one more for good measure:

Nothin’ says lovin’ like my favorite expression on a muffin.

Never gets old.  Capital NEVER.

Moving on now… someone was proud of some new pegs.

And if he’s not proud of this chubby bewwy he should be.  (Because this is one of those things you can only be proud of when you’re a baby.)  Awww, I just want to poke him and listen for the dough-boy giggle.

Mustaches, though?  Mustaches work for all ages.

I love aerial shots. Especially when they’re of a crawling baby.

And who doesn’t love these?

Am I the only one who is hearing Jack Johnson’s “Bubble Toes” right about now?

He has this certain expression that is so very… him. He does this thing with his eyebrow… it is hard to explain, but why try to explain when the photography can do the talking? Let’s watch it progress, shall we?

I sure do love this Butter Muffin.

He was super sweet and very much a mama’s boy. (As a mother of a boy, I have to announce that there is NOTHING wrong with that. We mamas love our mama’s boys.)

Because he was so attached to his mama, it made me feel extra proud that he let me hold him and then snuggled in and FELL ASLEEP ON MY SHOULDER at the end of his session. Muffin lovin!! Ahh, baby therapy at its finest. He did this very same thing after his 6-month session, too. Proof that he adores me right back.

To his parents: I enjoyed talking photography, art and life with you. Your sessions are always such a great time. I extremely loved the snuggles from your muffin. Tell him I expect his 1-year session to end the same way. Thank you for your patience as I have been taking care of a sick kiddo here at home the last few days.  I hope you like this preview- the rest will be finished soon!

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