This past week I headed over to one of my favorite people’s house to capture their first moments with their newest bundle of joy, little Olivia. She came as a surprise joining us 3 weeks prior to mom’s due date. She was sleeping lots but we managed to see her eyes open a couple times. Her big brother was do delighted and proud to be a big brother. You can really see it shine in some of the candid shots.
This was my first ever mom and baby shoot and how lucky am I. This little guy was perfection. We started out with a little upset tummy which led to another first…mom being pooped on Haha….have to say it’s those moments in photography that you live for. Those candid real moments of parenting. I’ll share a couple bloopers and the good stuff for you below!
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With Easter around the corner I thought I’d take Leo into the back field for some photos. Although he doesn’t like to sit still for more than a couple seconds…I’m sure if you’ve had a two year old you’re very familiar. But after trying to get these perfectly posed shots of him, I realized this really wasn’t important. Not only that but it didnt depict his true personality. He’s a runner, an explorer, a goofball and that’s exactly what I captured; not the perfect shots that don’t tell the story.
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A couple months ago my mother in-law was in town. It was over family day weekend so we made some perogies to celebrate. We played some Ukrainian folk music as my husband and son danced. I decided to capture the perogie making as I figure over the many years, my mother-in law has never had photos taken while she’s rolling the dough and folding it..and with such finesse. She’s done this thousands of times..it’s obvious. But for me, I have only witnessed this a couple of times. She rolls and folds with so much patience. I decided to print off the photos so she’d have some candid memories of our time together. When she saw the pictures of her rolling the dough she said…’oh my old hands’. In that moment I thought about what those hands have been through. The many hugs she’s been gifted, the many delicious meals she’s prepared for friends and family and the laundry she’s folded to clothe her children, the coffee she’s got to embrace every morning. What a gift it is to grow old.