Archive for November, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!November 25th, 2008I hope that your Thanksgiving is filled with as many smiles as this session provided for Henry. |
John & Kate Minus 8 Part II.November 21st, 2008This is Kate. She is almost 2 months old and seemingly the most well mannered baby I have ever encountered. I think she’d be okay with the most uncomfortable, outlandish position. Enjoy this sweet girl. |
John & Kate Minus 8 Part I.November 21st, 2008This is the aforementioned John(I realize that the “real” Jon & Kate + 8 have no ‘H’, but work with me). He works well when bribed with Starbursts. Hey, you gotta use what works! He was hilarious. Conversation ranged from being self-trained in swinging, to mosquito-burritos and monsters lurking in the garage. Now that is [...] |
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The Victor Family.November 19th, 2008To start off: I love this family! They are so much fun, laid back and up for anything. That said, we shot these Saturday afternoon in some seriously cold weather. Baby Dominic was a real trooper. Enjoy. |
Good Morning.November 9th, 2008Cherokee Road.11:00 am.Beautiful. |
Fall’s funny hats.November 6th, 2008This Fall I’ve noticed the beautiful colors more than ever. So, I had to document the beauty with this beautiful boy. How cute are those teeth? Mmmm…I really would like to put this leaf in my mouth. |
I don’t wanna grow up…November 5th, 2008No, I’m not a Toys-R-Us kid, though I wish I were! When I was a kid I dreamed of being a ballerina. Not a completely ridiculous childhood dream, espeically if you know me. I love dance. I love watching it, doing it and choreographing it. Here’s the problem: I can’t dance ballet. I’m more of [...] |
No, I’m not a Toys-R-Us kid, though I wish I were! When I was a kid I dreamed of being a ballerina. Not a completely ridiculous childhood dream, espeically if you know me. I love dance. I love watching it, doing it and choreographing it. Here’s the problem: I can’t dance ballet. I’m more of a stomper. My husband gets a kick out of my lack of grace. I tend to fall or trip over many things that somehow appear out of nowhere.
I posted these two photographs because I can’t seem to shake my dream of being a ballerina. The dream seems to even pop up in my photographs, strangely looking like sleeping dreams. Fuzzy, vignetted, no real faces shown. So, if you see me walking the street in a pink tutu (SJP style), pay no attention. It’s just me getting in touch with my inner 6 year old!































