Archive for the ‘My Own’ Category

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.



I love my job.  I absolutely love everything about meeting new families and sharing in their excitement and they welcome new little people into their families.  I love how raw and real and immediate those feelings are in a new family–the excitement, the nerves, the pure adoration.  I get a little fluttery feeling in my stomach whenever a new baby comes to see me in the studio as I think about what each baby will be like and who he or she will turn out to be.

So… imagine all those feelings and then multiply them by about 5,000 and you will understand what has been going through my heart and mind over the past few months as I have been getting used to the fact that baby Washburn #5 is on the way.  A little bit of terror, quite a deal of exhaustion and nausea, and a lot of excitement.



I am officially in my second trimester and baby #5 is due to arrive the first week of September, but if things go as they historically have for me, we should be a family of 7 by mid- to late-August.  What does that mean?  Well, for me it means a whole heap of things that I probably don’t need to get into right here and now. For my clients, it means that I will not be shooting any sessions in August or September, but may take limited newborn sessions beginning mid-October through the end of the year.  It means that I may need a little bit of patience as I tend to need way more sleep that usual and don’t have as many working hours in my day.  It means that there should be way too many darling baby posts coming your way this summer and fall:).

In the meantime, I am back from vacation and things are up and running again.  Many, many March babies are coming up and I can’t wait to meet them all.  Until then, here’s a little bit of warmth captured in South Carolina and brought back home to the frigid, wet, not-quite-spring-yet Northeast.








I just love them.  I love being one.  I love my mother, my husband’s mother, my grandmothers, his grandmothers, my friends who are just wonderful mothers, my clients becoming new mothers.  I am so blessed every day by the mothers in my own life and by the privilege of being a mother to my own children.  In all my life, I don’t think I’ll ever do anything more challenging, frustrating, tedious, or overwhelming.  And in all my life, I don’t think I’ll ever do anything more important, rewarding, or educational, or anything with more lasting consequences than being a mother.

So, thank you to my own mother who taught me how to be a mother.  Thank you to the other mothers who have lifted, cared for, and inspired me.  Thank you to my children who have taught me to feel more love than the human heart should have the capacity to contain.  And finally, thank you to my Father in Heaven for trusting me with four of his own very precious children.

Mom J and Mom W?  Um, watch your doorstep for a little surprise looking an awful lot like the above.  Motherhood also affects punctuality;).  Love you guys!

Just a few from a couple of weeks ago that make me happy.  So happy to be their mom.  So happy to be able to do what I do.  So happy that spring is here.  So happy to live in such a beautiful part of this world.

Just so happy.

Thank you my lovelies–you make my heart sing:).

They are going to be fabulous adults.  They really are.  At least that’s what I tell myself over and over when I am in the throws of yet another battle over something seemingly insignificant for which they are fighting tooth and nail. My husband and I are blessed with three strong, smart, feisty, and fiercely independent girls.  Unfortunately, those qualities married with a completely unique and creative sense of style pose a constant challenge for our family’s portraiture, as clothing and hair play huge roles for good or bad in any portrait.  I’ve come to decide that being the mom of four kids is all about choices.  I can fight the clothing battle for an hour every day and have children who don’t look like homeless ragamuffins or I can have four children.  We all know which choice I’ve made.  The clothes they wear are always clean when they put them on, and that is a quite a feat in and of itself.  Sadly, there’s rarely a random moment when I can just grab my camera and snag a portrait.  A fun family snapshot, yes.  A nice portrait (even a casual lifestyle one), no.

So when all three girls got haircuts on Friday, I told them in the car on the way home that the second we arrived, they were to put their shoes away, run upstairs and hop on Julia’s bed, and not touch their hair.  At all.  I wanted to snag a couple of shots before everything came undone.  I was given 4 minutes, 5 tops.  They make me smile:).

Oh, she cracks me up:

Such the little poser:

This one is always a challenge–always on the go:

And just a couple quick ones from the day her teeth fell out–she wasn’t excited or anything;).

Being the mom of four also means I haven’t the time, energy, or patience for a personal blog as well as a business one.  Thanks for indulging me as I try to keep our families (most of whom live thousands of miles away) abreast of our family adventures:).

I should have a maternity session and a newborn session up later this week and maybe Jack’s 7 month portraits, so check back!