Posted on November 6, 2013
Whenever his parents arrive, they toss the baby directly into my arms. When I hear them coming up the steps, I quickly put down whatever I’m carrying so I can be ready for the catch.
I love. To snuggle. The Marshmallow Squish.
Just look at him:
And the best part? He loves me back. (Please allow me to brag about this). He snuggles with me. Even at 9 months old, he still puts his little head down and settles in for a long winter’s nap.
But, in order to get pictures of him, I had no choice but to put him down a few times. I guess it’s good that I did, because, otherwise, we wouldn’t have this one:
My favorite expression! The memo? He got it.
You would never guess that such a snuggler would turn into a wild man the minute his feet hit the floor. After putting him down, he wanted to go, go, go! His little arms and legs would be flapping a hundred miles a minute… I almost thought he was going to levitate. It was the cutest thing.
Want to know what else is cute? When you put a baby boy in a plaid button-up shirt.
What happens is…Instant Little Man.
What’s up… yeah, I’m 9 months going on 16. Can I borrow the truck?
Not so fast. You’re still a baby. See? The proof is in the piggies.
He continues to be a master of eye contact with his baby blues:
More piggies. Because.
Big brother Freckle Munch came along, too. I photographed him growing up in his baby years, so I adore him extra lots.
To their parents: From the bottom of my heart, I love your boys. I love their perfect faces and their innocent sweetness. I just love all of you. Thanks, again, for another wonderful session. You know the drill from here!
Posted on November 1, 2013
Sometimes, being a model is such hard work, you have to snack the whole time to keep yourself going. Just ask this baby girl:
Let me allow you inside the Behind-the-Scenes for a second… Gerber Puffs were her fuel. Like a baby bird, she would flap her “wings” and open her little mouth real wide so her mama would keep feeding her the Puffs… it was the sweetest thing. That kind of motion is completely natural and instinctive. Birds know it works. Babies know it works. It works.
I love her big, expressive brown eyes and she was an expert at blowing kisses. I was lucky enough to be a recipient.
You wouldn’t know it from the photos, but she wasn’t feeling 100% on this day, the poor sweetie. But, despite that… she did an amazing job of being beautiful:
And, WOO was she quick! Her parents were more worn out than she was by the end… they had to keep putting her back over and over again. Quick little legs:
Quick little legs and shiny white pegs!
Oh my word, that SMILE.
Little girls will always love their babies:
Please prepare yourself for this next one: Bewwy:
Big sister Sweet Face was there, too. I photographed her several times as a baby, so she is extra special to me. And my GOODNESS, what a sweetheart. Just hearing her talk turned my heart to liquid. She wanted me to laugh like each one of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse characters. You got it, little lady!
Sometimes I would do it wrong on purpose. Because…
To their parents: From Georgia all the way to Tennessee… the fact that you drive all the way here and book a hotel just to have your photos made by me? Time and time again? I’ll never get over how amazing that feels. And, it’s always like hanging out with old friends. We talk, we laugh, we relate. I love your girls to pieces… they are both so incredibly beautiful and sweet. Thanks for another great session. I hope you like your preview- the rest will be finished as soon as possible!
Posted on October 27, 2013
They say little boys are made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Wrong. It’s much simpler than that. Little boys are made of things that roll and roar. I know this because I photograph lots of toddler boys and I also have one at home.
I was so happy to meet this one. If you could take all the most wonderful things about little boys and roll them into one perfect child… well, here he is:
He was sweet, he was smiley, he was polite and he was so so well-behaved. Definitely “I-want-to-put-you-in-my-pocket-and-keep-you” material. (But, alas… yoga pants don’t have pockets. And they’re the easiest thing to work in. I just dress them up with a nicer shirt and there ya have it. BUT, no pockets. Catch-22.)
Back to the boy—look at this face:
And, now… appreciate these. Because these are SO toddler boy:
Oh, how I love these little ones I photograph.
He loooved his T-Rex. It is obvious that they have a great relationship:
I LOVE when clients bring favorite fluff-filled friends. Because this right here? This WILL happen… and this is so “little kid” I can’t stand it:
He loved to roar at me… more like ROAR. Now, I wasn’t around when real dinosaurs roamed the Earth, but I’m pretty sure his roars were perfectly accurate. (And yes. You can bet your burrito I roared back. Until my throat almost blew out.) It was worth it. Little boys are fun. ROOOAAAR….
All this talk about dinosaurs and their roars… I have to ask… ahem… what’s a FOX say?
Just kidding, that’s not a fox. (I just wanted you to get that song, “What’s a Fox Say” stuck in your head. You’re welcome. And… I’m sorry.)
Anyway, it’s a kangaroo… see, look at his feet:
So, this photo session was a breeze and he flew through 3 outfits with ease. Now, I’m spoiled. Next toddler, please!
This little boy, I adore. Him AND his roar.
To his parents: I enjoyed every single second of your little man’s photo session. He couldn’t be any more loveable if he tried. He’s darn cute and he knows it. Please let me keep him. I hope you like your preview- the rest will be finished soon!
Posted on October 24, 2013
When you’re 19 months old, “wower” means flower. And, this little one loooooved some wowers. She was entranced, it was the sweetest thing.
When toddlers are concerned, it’s the little things. Always the little things… I sure do love that.
The most popular hat in my studio amongst toddler girls… it had wowers on it… of course, she was all over it:
I’ve been holding back on you… but it’s time you see these baby blues…
How is is possible for her to look super-young yet too grown up in the same photo? I don’t know, but here it is:
It must be the butterfly wings. I think they take years off a person. (That’s it. I have a daughter, therefore, I have butterfly wings. I may wear them tomorrow. In the name of youth.)
And, I don’t know what’s sweeter… her impeccable lashes or that bottom lip sticking out… I just want to hold this face in my hands…
I don’t know about you, but a large portion of my girlish youth was spent plucking flower petals and doing the ol, “He loves me, he loves me not…”. When she did this, I said, “He loves her, he loves her still, he loves her, he loves her still.”….. Because no one could love her not.
So yes- to a toddler, “Wower” means flower. But, when you’re a 33-year old photographer, wower means, Wow- she was so well behaved. And, wow- she was so smart. She loved pointing to my soft box and saying, “square”. And wow- I loved hearing her little voice count to ten. She wowed me. She was a wower. Because wow- look at this smile:
Wow, look at these eyes:
To her Nana and her Mama: It was so nice to meet the sweetness that was the two of you! And, of course, your little Wower… sweet as sugar pie and SO beautiful. I know how excited you are to see these and I can’t wait to show you the rest. They will be finished soon! I hope you like this preview!