Here’s to hoping that 27 is a little bit less adventurous than 26.
Happy 27th birthday John!
Her name is Emma Grace. Emma for short. E if you want to be really brief. We wake her up from her nap when we arrive but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seems quite excited for her big shoot. She’s already selected her outfits and has a few locations in mind. She asks if we can start off with a few on the changing table and then maybe move down the street to the park. She says there’s some really nice grass that she likes to lie in naked. We say sure and she asks us what we think about the tutu. “Too cutesy?” she asks. “No” we say. In fact, we think that for a four month old, a little tutu is just about too(too) perfect.
We arrive at the park and do some light tests. All is well. We tell Emma we are ready. She asks if this pose will work. We say yes. She says, “how about this one?” we say yes. She asks if she should grab her toes and we say yes, yes, that’s all very good! She debates sucking on her thumb but then decides that’s a bit too cliche and would like something a bit fresher for her bedroom.
Everything goes fine until the last few shots when she started to get hungry and then just fell asleep all of a sudden.
I joke with John that the more babies I shoot – uh….PHOTOGRAPH – the better off he is because it cools down my Mommy Fever. However, lately it seems to be aggravating my itch. When I see new babies I want to smell them. I want to hold them. I want to bury my face in their soft hair. In comes Madelyn. I restrain myself from squealing “Oooooooh! BAAAABY!!!” by gripping my camera strap. She is the youngest human I have shot (photographed) to date and upon seeing her itty witty teeny tiny wittle body (at a whopping 5 lbs) with her wittle hands and cute wittle feet and translucent eyebrows I feel my womb knocking with hearty authority.
In the past, whenever John and I’ve talked about kids, I’ve always been instantly put off with the idea; screaming, pooping, peeing, vomiting, suckling pinkies. They were cute but even cuter to give back. That said, the idea is now starting to hold a bit more merit than before. So, thanks Madelyn and Madelyn’s mom for jump starting us down a (hopefully) awesome new journey of screaming, pooping, peeing and vomiting.