Out little bug lovin’ babe is THREE! Imagine my excitement when I
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OKLAHOMA CITY/EDMOND OKLAHOMA NEWBORN, CHILD AND FAMILY DOCUMENTARY PHOTOGRAPHER/TRASH TRUCK BIRTHDAY
Our little trash truck loving tot turned TWO…uh, nearly 6 months ago! Who knew we’d be throwing a trash bash for Emma? It all started with, well, trash! Trash was one of her first words after dada, mama, hi, bye, and ball. “Trash” quickly turned into trash truck with one video of a trash truck in action after dinner one night with her daddy. Since then, we’ve accumulated many toy trash trucks and do our best to get to the driveway early enough on Tuesdays to wave to the trash man. We even had a really cool opportunity to go visit the local trash trucks and see them up close at work. SHE.WAS.THRILLED!
Emma’s trash bash turned out perfectly, besides the whole pandemic thing. She was oblivious and it gave me a fun excuse to be extra crafty with her invitations.
Her love for trash trucks continues, along with excavators, cranes, dump trucks, bulldozers…the list goes on if it’s large, loud, or has wheels.
Her love for the Happy Birthday song? Maybe next year…
*special shout to my mom and sisters for helping me dominate ‘operation decorate during nap’!
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OKLAHOMA CITY/EDMOND NEWBORN, CHILD AND FAMILY DOCUMENTARY PHOTOGRAPHER | OKLAHOMA CITY ZOO
We checked off another first for Emma at the Oklahoma City Zoo! I love watching (and documenting!) as she experiences new adventures.
14 photos to remember the 14 minutes we lasted in the snow today!
Happy birthday, Emma Hope. My new dream in life is to make sure you experience the same joy you have given me. I love you.
2018, you were something special as I chased these kids and those sunsets while carrying our precious, long-awaited girl.
Every age, milestone and memory has been my favorite, but seeing her…
I imagined myself in a cozy room with a baby in my arms for so many years that I ached to bring it to life.
And as I sit here trying to formulate the last year into words fitting for all the feelings, our baby girl is kicking me, making it nearly impossible to imagine traveling any other way with anyone else to get where we are today.
This round was different. I went in completely prepared and full of hope knowing that no matter what, I'd be strong enough for any outcome. I had just survived the biggest blow of my life, so worst case scenario?
One day, I'll look back on this blog of warm, summery images finally shared in DECEMBER and think:
Feelings like this remind me why I’m drawn to documenting, because I know these days of generations together at play are the 'good ol' days.'
Before we turn the page to 2017, I wanted to relive our year with all my favorites.
Just an average weekend with my family. Except in 5 years, or 10, and even long after that, these documentary images of who we are as a whole will be so much more than average...
Documenting. It's what I do. Babies and families and now, lobsters?
I vacationed the heck out of life. And here's the proof.
It was never my intent to tell this story. But it's our story. And I'm tired of keeping it a secret.
OKLAHOMA CITY/EDMOND FAMILY & CHILDREN PHOTOGRAPHER
Force me to, and I honestly couldn't pick my favorite age. Is it only hours old with tightly shut eyes and the newest of everything?? Or maybe 9 months old, with dimples as knuckles that army crawl everywhere, led by drill sergeant drool?
But I don't know, let's think about talking toddlers real quick.
You may be tired of all the words and voices and constant chatter from your littles BUT GIVE ME ALL THE CEASELESS, SENSELESS TODDLER CONVOS.
I love them.
And then there's the age of the tooth fairy. I LOVE missing front teeth and to let the adult chiclets grow in with zero photographs taken before the gummy gap is gone is a sin! (Ok, too far. Maybe just a regret.)
So when your niece has a birthday AND is toothless, it merits a special freaking flower crown (last minute diy birthday present Laura? Brilliant idea! The cussing doesn't count if no one hears it! Keep making all the things all the time!) and a new outfit to celebrate SEVEN because Auntie loves spoiling her 'babies' who now have real knuckles and don't drool (but they're still my favorite talkers).
Hannah, your soul is so good for mine. This garden of new growth and golden rays parallels your personality perfectly. I can't wait for my next favorite age with you. I think it's going to be 13. A teenager! Lemme go grab some popcorn for this, because if I'm remembering my teen years accurately, this oughta be goooood. Don't worry Julie, Mom is living proof she survived it...TIMES THREE! (Woof.)
He was brand new and barely 8 pounds, but you trusted me to hold him, my hands to comfort him, and my vision to turn his delicate details into artistry.
Weeks earlier, though swollen and spent and almost full-term, you relied on me to reveal your beauty amid this swift season of motherhood.
And then, when you feared chaos and crying (because, TODDLERS), you counted on me to connect your crew among your pack of personalities.
Your favorite parts of the past year: PRESERVED.
By choosing me, you trusted me, and sharing your story frame by frame is a privilege you'll never see me take for granted.
Thank YOU.
Out little bug lovin’ babe is THREE! Imagine my excitement when I