Today was a good day. I made progress and overcame a few well entrenched photography “fears” I have. Those being:
1. My fear of the “not so newborn” baby.
2. My fear of sun and white shirts. Humans wearing reflectors basically.
So about the baby…. I have bided my time and waited patiently for a session to meet this baby. She completely lived up to all my expectations. I would classify this baby as a perfect example of Cuddle bugbaby. In all the genres of babies, I would say the the cuddle bug baby has to be my favorite. Jackson taught me the meaning of ”Bear Grylls in training baby”- they are hard to hold, a firm and tense baby with jerky movement and head that bobs around. This baby is destined to be the toddler who loves outdoors, the swing from the chandellier kiddo and whose mother emphatically says- ”I just don’t understand why I can’t lose weight with all the running and chasing I do!!” No- the baby I got to hold today would definately be the Cuddle bugbaby: soft, squishy and plump cooing baby who just melts into your arms. But, it’s well known that I’m a sucker for baby chub any day. She was also very well behaved! She took a bottle and went straight to sleep. As Pinky Dinky Doo would say- You don’t see that everyday! All those ideas about babies being easier the younger they are- out the window! I also must be living right because I can not believe my good fortune at getting babies that will curl up on the their bellies- I think this is 6 in a row now? That’s gotta be a record!
Here is baby Emma…
I know that was my third baby in a row in that pose- but you have no idea what an accomplishment it is to get a baby into this position!
On to number 2.. I think my faves from the day are the family shots. Even though Dad wanted to be done and gone- even though little Ava is two and photo sessions just don’t work in that a 2 yr old’s agenda very well- even though I dearly heart sun but that doesn’t usually work so well for me with white clothes…. I think they turned out rather exceptional! Not much posing- my family sessions have turned into one quick posed shot and the rest just interraction. They may not have perfect hand placement or perfect little smiley faces. But the natural ones are always my favorite. The way a mother looks at her children always speaks volumes. I remember taking some pictures of a friend just brushing her daughter’s hair. I was struck later at how much love she conveyed in such a simple task as brushing hair. Moms rock!
