This weekend I got to take photos of Liam and his mommy and daddy for his third birthday. Three years. Where has the time gone? I remember taking his baby pictures, with my two-month old in tow. And now, in the blink of an eye, he’s three. She’s three. It’s a bit crazy. We took…
Golden Hour. Oh, how I love that special hour or so in the evening when the sun is getting ready to set and everything just glows. It’s a magical time of day, really it is.
Two and a half years ago, I gave birth to an amazing little girl. At over 9lbs, she barely fit into the newborn-sized onsie I’d bought to bring her home in. She had squishy, puffy cheeks, dark eyes, and looked just like my mom.
I read a posing guide somewhere once that basically said the one rule for posing toddlers was to not try to pose toddlers. Why? Because it’s basically impossible. That was very much the case with Liam this year.
If you’re from the general Seattle area, chances are good that you’ve heard of the Tulip Festival in Mt. Vernon, and the Roozengaarde display garden. Mike and I have managed to go up to the festival every year since we bought our house in Marysville – I even went a couple weeks after having my gallbladder removed while toting around a two-month old. Yup, I’m dedicated to gawking at flowers. This year, the nice weather aligned perfectly to get some nice sunshine on the weekend. Since my family was coming up anyway so I could do my step-brother’s senior photos, we decided to go up north on Sunday and introduce more of my family to the craziness that is Mt. Vernon on a sunny spring day.
My baby is two. I suppose that means she’s not technically my baby anymore. But since I’m pretty sure I’ll be calling her my baby girl until she’s old and grey – it is what it is.