It won’t be long until this is a playroom and I become a label maker carrying, uber organized mom with a clean house that feels like a day spa. I’m serious.
It won’t be long until this is a playroom and I become a label maker carrying, uber organized mom with a clean house that feels like a day spa. I’m serious.
This morning I was lucky enough to photograph the sweetest newborn twins. I crouched for almost three hours with the space heater blasting. The pictures are beautiful but I didn’t touch my camera again for the rest of the day. Twins are hard work!
I’m sure that nobody would be at all surprised to learn that she had that tattoo on her forehead for a full week before I wrestled her to the ground and scrubbed it off.
Doesn’t he look thrilled? Despite the fact that it’s all he talked about for an entire week, not even going to see the Revolution play at Gillette Stadium got a smile out of him. I wonder how long before Josh starts giving me the same look? Poor, poor photographer’s child.