self portrait
Swapped portraits with a fellow photographer of mine, Cate Jackson.
Upon doing so, I realized that I make for a terribly difficult client.
Tomorrow is Syl's last day before she starts full-time kindergarten. And though I'm currently not having mixed emotions since her and her brother are in a constant state of battle, I know I will be filled with sadness. When we are alone, she is inquisitive, sweet, informative in her own silly way, and full of hilarious ideas. The schedule for the next week is going to be rather insane, with school starting, photo shoots, Dave's bday, and figuring out our new routine. But after it's all in place, I'm really hoping we are happy with our decision to send her to school. It was a long road of fickle behavior, hard conversations, reality checks, and mind changing. So the saga continues, and you will, of course, be informed of all the woes!
Baby Theodore is just 7 weeks old, but man alive did he give me some fever (baby fever, that is). Most of my friends are done having kids, or, I should say, the children they already have are actively providing free birth control. Photographing newborns is my fix for my fever, I take their photos, make them look as cute as they can be, then promptly give them back. It's pretty awesome. But every time I hear that someone I know is pregnant, I am finally & honesty happy that it's them and not me. My kids are perfectly imperfect, and my sanity holds on my mere threads.