Archive for March, 2011

I’ve been so excited to meet sweet baby Livia ever since her mama’s maternity session–I just knew she would be a beautiful little thing.  And she was.  I loved every minute snuggling with her during the session.  She kept making the funniest faces and flashing smiles left and right, so much so that I was afraid we might not capture anything but smiles at her session.

Baby Livia, 8 days:


Pucker up:).


The hand placement in this one was all Livia’s idea–I think it’s perfect:).




Lenny, Kate, she’s beyond gorgeous–thank you for sharing her with me:).

I am sitting here trying to figure out why I had so much fun with April and Jason at their maternity session.  I mean, sure, April is an absolutely stunning mom-to-be and they were both fun, eager, and easy to work with, but I think what I enjoyed most about their session was just how completely obvious it was that they love each other.  Having your portraits taken when you most decidedly do not look like your regular self can be a bit daunting and as April lugged in her various clothing choices and occasionally worried if a pose was working out or if she looked okay, Jason was always there to offer help or support.  They love each other in that way that makes your heart squeal a little inside with happiness, and that always brings a smile to my face.  Zoey is one lucky little girl to be coming to this new family, and I can’t wait to meet her:).

April and Jason, waiting for Zoey:




So, I have been so excited for William’s 9-month session.  I love every single newborn session I have the privilege to shoot, but every now and then I get one that just stays with me, and William’s was one of those.  He was such a sleepy, content, BEAUTIFUL newborn that I couldn’t wait to see him again.  Let’s just say he didn’t disappoint.  He was just as easy and happy as a 9-month old as he was easy and mellow as a 10-day old.  I had so much fun, and I think he did too:).

William, 9 months:


A rare non-smile for variety’s sake:).



Little William, it was a pleasure–see you in a few months!

I first met Emma when she was a wee 4 days old.  How much they change in one short year!  It was just delightful to have her back in the studio for her 1-year portraits.  After such an easy newborn session (I don’t even remember her making a peep), I knew we’d capture some beautiful images.  She was a bit of a tough nut to crack at first, but mom assured me that would all change once she pulled out the cake.  Moms always know best.

Emma Grace, one year:




So wonderful to see you again little one–thanks for sharing your sweetness with me!

So, when my 18-month old Jack was still just a tiny little peanut, I had this idea to print 12 12×12″ square mounted prints for his room (roughly one per month).  It was a fantastic idea in theory and I only hoped I could carve out the time and motivation to actual follow through.  I have had 5 of the prints sitting on the floor of his room since February of 2010.  How they didn’t get completely destroy can only be explained by divine intervention (I do not recommend this storage method to my clients).  I finally edited and ordered the final prints last month.  Then all 12 prints sat on the floor of his room for about a week as I tried to get organized enough to hang them.  It took a good hour and half, two levels, 4 boxes of wall velcro, and my mom’s help, but they are finally up.

I am not sure I can put into words just how I feel every time I walk into Jack’s room and look up to see those images hanging on his wall.  His whole first year, his journey of becoming the little person that he has become, is right there in front of me.  I remember when he was one, two, three months old, holding him while he slept and thinking, “Who are you, little Jack?  What are you going to be like?  What will be your little quirks, your talents, your struggles?”  When I look up at his wall, I remember so strongly those moments.  I also remember him trying to crawl at 4 months, succeeding at 5 months, wanting to stand and walk far before he was old and steady enough to do so, the way his face would light up whenever he saw me, not being able to get anything done because he was permanently attached to my legs, laughing as he tried to toddle around on his bow legs, and how much he loved that first dessert.  I remember watching him become Jack.  And I marvel that I could have ever wondered about who he would be.  Because he is Jack.  He is intense and driven and mischievous, he is loving and shy and adores his family, he is absolutely beautiful and almost nothing but trouble.  And he is my Jack.

I feel so grateful to be able to do what I do–that I have these images that mean so much to me because I do what I do.