I cannot put into words how much I adore photographing six month olds. They are just so sweet at this age… smiley, happy and immobile! I love that they can’t run from me yet. 
You may remember this little man from some previous sessions… he just keeps getting cuter.
and lastly… this is quickly becoming my favorite set up for this age group… so simple, it lets the munchkin shine through!
I apologize for the silence ’round here. I’ve had a bit on my plate lately, and I’m lacking the motivation to write anything profound. I do however have lots of great pictures to share… of L.A., and of a sweet little 6 month boy, so if you’re that little boy’s mom and reading this post, I’m sorry for the delay! I’ll have a sneak peek up for you shortly.
Since I feel like most posts need a picture, how about a little vintage L.A.?
Ahh… the days before he could protest loudly to his stroller and didn’t express his frustration with our lack of understanding his communication by trying to smack us in the face. If you happened to be out shopping this past weekend and saw a toddler throwing a FIT in a furniture store, nearly trying to chew himself out of the straps on his stroller – that was us. If this is any indication of the terrible twos, we are so in for it.
Let me whisper to you, and I’ll tell you all about my hopes and dreams for you. I’ll remember the quiet stolen moments when I held you in my arms and tell you tales of who you might become when you’re big and strong. Just stay here for one moment and listen…
I’ve been out of town for a few days on business, and when I returned home yesterday weary from a day of delayed and rerouted flights I was late to pick L.A. up. In my exhaustion, I missed the exit to his daycare and when I finally got there, it turned out he wasn’t all that excited to leave. What a blow to the ego, when all day my motivation was scooping him up into my arms and snuggling him close.
In any event, we made it home and through our nighttime routines. At 7pm, he was tucked into his crib and fast asleep as usual. About an hour later, he woke up and I was sure he was having a night terror – which he’s had in the past. I went upstairs and surprisingly found him sitting up in his crib, wide awake and crying. Normally, I would lay him down and cover him up and then let him work out whatever it was that was bothering him.
Last night though, I took him into our bedroom and laid down with him nestled there in my arms. It only took a few minutes for his breathing to even out, and I knew he was asleep. In the dark I looked down at his peaceful face, and felt his chubby little hand pressed against my neck. I thought of all the nights I sat in a darkened room feeding him while the rest of the world slept, and how it had been so long since he had fallen asleep in my arms like that. I could have put him back in his room, he was sound asleep. Instead, I laid there with him – reflecting on the time we’ve had – thinking about watching him grow, mourning it as much as celebrating it, if I’m being honest. I laid there hoping that P2’s arrival doesn’t completely turn his world upside down. I thought to myself – just for a moment, I’d like to press pause and hold onto these last fleeting weeks where he’s the only one.
And just like that, P2 thumped against my belly from within. Reminding me that I’m already a mother of two, and soon enough he or she will be laying there in my arms too. I closed my eyes and rested my hand against my belly while L.A. began to snore lightly in the crook of my other arm. As I drifted off to sleep myself, I dreamt of two little munchkins laughing together, and a smile crept onto my lips.
I just love this little boy. I met him when he was only 3 weeks old, and here he is at six months. He has grown so much, and yet he’s still one of the sweetest little guys I have the pleasure of knowing. It doesn’t hurt that his parents are pretty great to hang out with too. I usually leave feeling like I’ve just spent an hour with old friends. Hope you enjoy your sneak peek, T & M!
I’ve mentioned before that L.A. currently has a hat obsession, but it has now extended to C and I. He is fairly insistent that C always wear a hat inside, unless he’s wearing a hooded sweatshirt, then it’s the hood that’s required. I usually don’t have to participate, but the other night was an exception.
It’s a silly phase he’s going through, and I’m grateful for the 52 week project that it’s been documented!
I can’t believe Kaleb is already three months old. It seems like just yesterday that he was a teeny tiny newborn. This little one really has made my job ridiculously easy with his sweet smiles and big expressive eyes.
I love having a little boy, and regardless of if our second baby is a boy or a girl, we’ll be incredibly blessed. I couldn’t help but having a twinge of hope that baby #2 is a girl though after meeting sweet Olivia. She was so mild mannered, and so sweet, just such a peanut.
One of the greatest things about my job is that the down time of each session allows for an environment that breeds conversation, and putting two moms in a room with babies less than a month apart in age, and it flows easily. I had a wonderful time meeting you, C!
and lastly… what is sweeter than long baby lashes?
