Baby G is Spunky with a capital "S" at 12 months of age. She was dancing and giggling and crying and picking out her own chairs and buh-bye-ing me. Loved it. Loved her. Loved the Juicy hoodie outfit.
A sneak peek:
In my spare time, I like to torture babies with fluffy tulle tutus, as evidenced below:
This sneak peek is barely squeaking in before the gallery is finished tomorrow! Little man is definitely one year old: curious, crawling, cruising, and loving on his mommy.
He thought about taking a bite out of my giant "1":
My favorite, although probably not his favorite moment:
My man, J, is officially two years old. Again, he's not mine but I would totally keep this little guy. He is so smart and bursting with personality. Last year his obsession was big trucks. He has expanded that to include anything and everything in the Cars/Lightning McQueen world. J brought some of his collection to include in candids, which I love — those favorites change so quickly during the toddler years.
Here he is:
And his favorites:
And last year at this time:
Happy Birthday!
My petite little C is officially one year old! So she's not really mine, but I feel like she is, as I've photographed her every milestone and holiday this past year. My standard is sooo high for this little one — she is such a portrait champ (with a mom that REALLY likes to shop for bows and bloomers and pretties).
One Year, with tea for one:
And a look back at 2008:
My daughter's BFF turned three this week. She was just a maternity bump when I met her, and she and her family have become great friends. I snuck a quick session in during play time, and love the results!
