Friday, July 29, 2011
Double trouble cake smash!
I must start by saying cake smash photos are so much fun!! Crazy with one baby, but out of this world with two! Mr. J and Mr. C were hilarious to watch and to mine and J's mommy's amazement, neither baby even attempted to EAT the cake...Mr. C decided that a candle makes a great crayon/cake smearing device and Mr. J seemed horrified that we were encouraging him to get messy! I am so pleased with the outcome of this session and I hope J's mommy and daddy love the photos as much as I do! And yes, I may have gone a little overboard with the number of photos with this post...I plead insanity!
Blue eyed Mr.
I couldn't refrain from posting these photos of a very handsome man who belongs to two of my close friends. Those eyes are to die for!!
Best buddies birthday!
I couldn't be happier that a very close friend of mine had a baby only 8 days before my little man was born because now, whether they like it or not (lol), they are destined to be the best of friends! They shared a Toy Story cake (costumes and all!), birthday party and birthday photo shoot. I love these photos almost as much as I love these two boys, and of course, my little girl that always finds her way into my sessions!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
My baby boy is one!
Well it's official...my teeny tiny baby is one. It's taken me a week to post about his birthday because I'm pretty sure that I've been in denial! How is it that an entire year has already gone by with our handsome little man in our lives? Birthdays are to be celebrated, but naturally, a part of me would prefer that he stayed a baby forever. I can't wait to see the boy that he becomes and the interests that he develops. So, here's to the next years my sweet boy! (oh, and what photo shoot would be complete without a big sister?)
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Little heart breaker
Oh how I adore newborn babies and this simply scrumptious baby boy made me swoon. Baby T was born only seven days before our session, but I could tell (and his mommy will agree) that he is going to be quite a ball of energy just like his big sister K, whom I photographed a few months back. He fought sleep for quite some time, but I won the battle and was pleased to get some adorable shots of his absolutely perfect little face. Thank you to baby T's momma for making the trip out and allowing me to photograph your newest precious addition.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
No, it's not a tattoo...
I'm not usually one to write about my personal or family life, not because I don't want to, but because maybe I don't think that I'm the best writer out there. I'm 'all about the photos' I guess... That being said, there has been something bothering me for quite some time now, but I think that I've just now realized how much.
A few weeks ago I was doing some shopping at Zellers and while at the check out, the young-ish girl working the till asked me if the marking on my baby son's arm was a tattoo. Really? Yes really...I was so taken back that all I could say was, "God no!." I explained that it was a birthmark and would eventually fade and that he had to wait until he was 5 to get his first tattoo. I laughed off the situation, but deep down it really did make me sad. I guess not even sad for my son, but maybe sad for myself. I'm not sure exactly which. He doesn't even realize that it's there, no less that it looks any different from anybody else, so it must be me that I'm feeling sorry for...
When Cohen was born (almost a year ago...sad face...) there was a small bruise-like mark on his hand. We thought nothing of it, but the nurse said that they would note it and check on it periodically. Two weeks later, there was a fire engine red mark reaching from his knuckles to his inner elbow. At this point it didn't bother me in the slightest; I mean not at all! By the end of his first month, the flat red mark had become very raised and much brighter than before. It looked sore. I knew from research and talking to his doctor that it was a strawberry hemangioma and wouldn't cause him any pain, but without explanation, how would I expect others to know that. "No, I didn't burn him with a straightening iron..."
Cohen was born is the summer and so didn't go out and about much in the early months (paranoid mommy). It wasn't until later in the season and into Fall that we really started venturing out. Being that it was cooler at this point, we always dressed our little man in long sleeves, thus covering his arm. Not on purpose, but for warmth. Now, as another summer is well upon us, I find myself sick to my stomach...
It wasn't until a birthday party last weekend that I really realized how I've been feeling. It was a hot day. A wonderfully sunny summer day. Cohen was wearing a long sleeved undershirt under a jumper. He was the only person, baby or adult, wearing anything more than a t-shirt. I have been hiding his arm. Hiding it not only out in the world, but also in any photo that I make public or decide to display in my home. Whether subconsciously or not, I do not know, but I have been. As I sit here typing, I find myself crying. Am I ashamed of my beautiful baby boy? Of course not! I love him so much that it hurts sometimes. He is beautiful and absolutely perfect in my eyes. I just wish that that I wasn't so concerned about what others may think. It seems so petty for me to worry about a blemish that will eventually fade, when there are kids out there that are truly sick or dealing with much more permanent ailments or difficulties. I can't help how I have felt in the past, but I am going to try my hardest from now on to think of this as what it is, temporary and a mark that is part of him and makes him the unique person that he is.
So, from now on if it's a hot day, you will see my gorgeous baby boy with amazing blue eyes, blond hair so light that it looks like nothing more than sparkles, and a toothy grin that'll melt any heart, in a tee-shirt or maybe even topless if the mood strikes me (lathered in sun screen mind you)!!
I must add that I am completely fine answering any questions that anybody may have regarding his birth mark...as long as has nothing to do with getting my baby a tattoo...lol!!
http://www.skinsight.com/infant/infantileHemangioma.htm
A few weeks ago I was doing some shopping at Zellers and while at the check out, the young-ish girl working the till asked me if the marking on my baby son's arm was a tattoo. Really? Yes really...I was so taken back that all I could say was, "God no!." I explained that it was a birthmark and would eventually fade and that he had to wait until he was 5 to get his first tattoo. I laughed off the situation, but deep down it really did make me sad. I guess not even sad for my son, but maybe sad for myself. I'm not sure exactly which. He doesn't even realize that it's there, no less that it looks any different from anybody else, so it must be me that I'm feeling sorry for...
When Cohen was born (almost a year ago...sad face...) there was a small bruise-like mark on his hand. We thought nothing of it, but the nurse said that they would note it and check on it periodically. Two weeks later, there was a fire engine red mark reaching from his knuckles to his inner elbow. At this point it didn't bother me in the slightest; I mean not at all! By the end of his first month, the flat red mark had become very raised and much brighter than before. It looked sore. I knew from research and talking to his doctor that it was a strawberry hemangioma and wouldn't cause him any pain, but without explanation, how would I expect others to know that. "No, I didn't burn him with a straightening iron..."
Cohen was born is the summer and so didn't go out and about much in the early months (paranoid mommy). It wasn't until later in the season and into Fall that we really started venturing out. Being that it was cooler at this point, we always dressed our little man in long sleeves, thus covering his arm. Not on purpose, but for warmth. Now, as another summer is well upon us, I find myself sick to my stomach...
It wasn't until a birthday party last weekend that I really realized how I've been feeling. It was a hot day. A wonderfully sunny summer day. Cohen was wearing a long sleeved undershirt under a jumper. He was the only person, baby or adult, wearing anything more than a t-shirt. I have been hiding his arm. Hiding it not only out in the world, but also in any photo that I make public or decide to display in my home. Whether subconsciously or not, I do not know, but I have been. As I sit here typing, I find myself crying. Am I ashamed of my beautiful baby boy? Of course not! I love him so much that it hurts sometimes. He is beautiful and absolutely perfect in my eyes. I just wish that that I wasn't so concerned about what others may think. It seems so petty for me to worry about a blemish that will eventually fade, when there are kids out there that are truly sick or dealing with much more permanent ailments or difficulties. I can't help how I have felt in the past, but I am going to try my hardest from now on to think of this as what it is, temporary and a mark that is part of him and makes him the unique person that he is.
So, from now on if it's a hot day, you will see my gorgeous baby boy with amazing blue eyes, blond hair so light that it looks like nothing more than sparkles, and a toothy grin that'll melt any heart, in a tee-shirt or maybe even topless if the mood strikes me (lathered in sun screen mind you)!!
I must add that I am completely fine answering any questions that anybody may have regarding his birth mark...as long as has nothing to do with getting my baby a tattoo...lol!!
http://www.skinsight.com/infant/infantileHemangioma.htm
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