Krystof was the most wide awake, alert baby I have had come in for a newborn photography session ever. He was so strong too, which amazed me for such a little fellow. He was holing his head up like a three month old. As I held him I couldn’t help but laugh as he would look up at me with wide awake eyes like he was calmly enjoying our conversation. He kept fouling me too. His eyes would start to get heavy with sleep and then he would start to nod his head occasionally letting it rest on my shoulder. But the moment I laid him down in my nest of warm fluffy blankets he would pull out a little yarn to shrug off the sleep and then look at me wide eyed as if asking me what was next. As the session progressed I wondered how this little fellow could be so present and aware when I myself was starting to feel the lull of sleepiness. There is no doubt in my mind that at this point in little Krystof’s existence he most definitely believes that sleep is for the birds!
Back then I thought that if I had a twin I would have a partner in crime. More than that she would be someone just like me. We would want to do the same things, play the same games and love the same toys. My twin would always agree, have my back and take my side in every argument. I guess I was picturing life with a twin being like having a duplicate of myself. That would be awesome. I would have a sibling I would never fight with, a constant companion and playmate! But as an adult I know I couldn’t have been more wrong and these little ladies illustrate that.
They are so different. One snugly the other giggly. One content to slowly investigate, the other on a mission to explore and conquer. One tall and lean the other squishalishish. And even though they are each their own individual person they are still the same in many ways. For starters they have parents that love them! A mother with twins has to become a purely selfless woman. I was EXHAUSTED after a short time with these two ladies in the studio. Imagine every day, giving 100% of yourself to the care of two babies! Their mother should be sainted!!!
Stay tuned tomorrow for some more images from their session on my facebook page;-)
It strikes me that no matter how much little Avery changes and grows, she will always be her mother’s little princess. As she is all dressed in white, walking down the isle years and years from now, there is no doubt that her mother will still have images like this one burned into her memory of Avery innocent, sweet and 100% perfect. Mother’s are like sponges. We soak up every little memory. Every moment from tender snuggles, bedtime stories, giggles from tickles, and even toilet paper strewn all over the floor become a part of us. A mother is more than just herself, she is a portrait of many lives. Valleys when our children go through phases we can’t wait for them to grow out of. Mountain peeks to represent those most special moments like the first time your little one learns to say, “I love you.” And then all the inbetweens coming together to make a beautiful portrait of “our world”.
When I look a portrait like this one of Avery. I don’t just see a beautiful little girl, I see a year full of wonder, achievements and a growing love.
It amazes me sometimes that I can feel one way about how a session went and then upon looking at the images I captured feel entirely different. Despite the fact that little Grayson was more interested in conversation than picture taking I am very excited to share his beautiful gallery with his parents;-)