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.
The night before her actual birthday, all jammied up in her Supergirl pj’s, I snapped a photo. The last photo of “1 year old”.
On her actual birthday, we got dressed and went outside for some photos. For most of the last two years, I’ve almost always had someone around when it came time to take her photos. Each month of her first year we took photos, some sessions more involved than others. Then this last year has been every three months. And each time, I had an assistant in either my husband or my sister. But this time around, I decided to go it alone. I guess you don’t realize how helpful having a parent (or other adult) there to help make things happen is… until you don’t have them.
Her birthday party was a Disney affair, with a giant Mickey Mouse balloon that was the hit of the day (seriously, totally worth the $20 we paid for it!). I had a crazy house full of people, and actually have realized that I didn’t take all that many pictures. I won’t complain, though, ’cause we did get a couple really cute photos from moments when I actually handed the camera off.
Apparently I don’t learn, because I took her out again (sans help) to try to do some more portraits. I got some cute photos of her playing on the playground, but little else. Maybe I’ll try again, but I’ll have help next time if I do. :)