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I met Cyndi and Niko at a stables in Castle Rock to take some family pictures with their horse. It was so much fun to do something a little different and I can’t wait to photograph Cyndi’s horse show next weekend!
(Did you catch the horse sticking out his tongue at me?!)
Is what I said to Nic when I downloaded this picture.
“That’s why God invented cameras” was his response.
I’m proofing like a mad-man right now (which is why we skipped Photoshop Friday this week [again]) but smiled when I saw this shot upload along with some engagement pics and boudoir photos.
This is what happens when you roll over on a Saturday morning and say “hey honey? Can I please sleep in today? And “honey” sweetly agrees…but promptly goes downstairs and falls asleep on the sofa. Two hours later you wake up to “OH GOD.” from an adult voice and “Buh!” (toddler-speak for “peanut butter”) from a tiny voice and a house that smells like melted peanut butter.
It was everywhere. In the carpet, on the furniture, and adorably, all over Will’s little self. Except for his eyes. Like some kind of peanut butter spa treatment.
He went straight into the tub, and I went straight for the camera bag. This picture almost makes the two hours Nic spent cleaning the carpet worth it.
Another digital bedtime themed layout:
And one I made tonight from an older photo I found Will playing with (and wrinkling) this morning:
Paper is from Scenic Route with the exception of the cute embossed heart paper which is by Cloud 9 Design (I love this Valentine line from them).
Normally a leftie, on Easter I caught Will in the act of drawing with his right hand.
Happy Easter! (I meant to post this last night but got sucked into changing things up around the blog again.)
Nic is sort of a scrooge about Easter. Well, only one part of Easter: the dyeing egg part. Apparently, he has been things way since before time itself. He says “I don’t understand the point.”
Ummmm….maybe he should have told me this BEFORE we got married. The point of dyeing Easter eggs is that it is AWESOME. Color is good. Making eggs a color is good.
I knew that Will would understand this. The child who plays for hours with all of my different fabric scraps, the child who adores crayons, would surely get the joy of coloring eggs.
What Nic could get behind, though, was an opportunity to try out some of our new lighting accessories. Based on Scott Kelby’s recommendations, we picked up a few things last week, a justin clamp being one of them. It would have been a teeny bit crazy to stick a light stand up in our small dining area, but this clamped on nicely to our pantry door, providing the perfect spot for an off camera flash:
And so I had two happy boys on Easter evening. One had blue fingers, though.
