Life List: Get a Gorgeous Family Portrait Taken
Every time I see a beautiful portrait of a newborn I sigh. I missed out on that. I have a lot of lovely photos of my tiny boys, but it's not like I got them in front of that lady who stuffs babies in flower pots and sacks (I can't think of her name).
Every time I see how much a real photographer charges to take those portraits, I sigh again.
But the boys aren't going to stop growing and Sears isn't going to cut it.
I was reminiscing last night about that time when Alden was a baby and I was still struggling to process this new, intense love. I used to say, "I just wish I could kill somebody for him." Not, like, an innocent bystander. Somebody bad. Maybe the old go-back-in-time-and-kill-Hitler cliche. I could do it as a tribute.
I couldn't think of anything big enough to express how I felt.
Another element of that intensity was the way I would weep at the evidence of his aging. When he was X weeks old instead of X days old I was crushed. I hated it when he went up a month. That's all settled down now, although heaven help Damon if he promotes Elliot to the next month one day before it's official.
I need to document these kids and I want the picture to be beautiful like they are. I'd also be awfully excited to have a photo of all of us together where my part doesn't make me cringe a little.
My favorite family portrait so far was taken by my cousin Joella at the Central Park carousel nearly two years ago:
Stacey Bode shot my friend Sarah's wedding. Among the many, many gorgeous photos she took were these of Alden:
The last two times we've been to Atlanta Stacey hasn't had any time for a booking. So today I sent her an email asking if she's free either of the next two weekends. I'm willing to drive down for it. These babies won't wait.
Every time I see how much a real photographer charges to take those portraits, I sigh again.
But the boys aren't going to stop growing and Sears isn't going to cut it.
I was reminiscing last night about that time when Alden was a baby and I was still struggling to process this new, intense love. I used to say, "I just wish I could kill somebody for him." Not, like, an innocent bystander. Somebody bad. Maybe the old go-back-in-time-and-kill-Hitler cliche. I could do it as a tribute.
I couldn't think of anything big enough to express how I felt.
Another element of that intensity was the way I would weep at the evidence of his aging. When he was X weeks old instead of X days old I was crushed. I hated it when he went up a month. That's all settled down now, although heaven help Damon if he promotes Elliot to the next month one day before it's official.
I need to document these kids and I want the picture to be beautiful like they are. I'd also be awfully excited to have a photo of all of us together where my part doesn't make me cringe a little.
My favorite family portrait so far was taken by my cousin Joella at the Central Park carousel nearly two years ago:
Stacey Bode shot my friend Sarah's wedding. Among the many, many gorgeous photos she took were these of Alden:
The last two times we've been to Atlanta Stacey hasn't had any time for a booking. So today I sent her an email asking if she's free either of the next two weekends. I'm willing to drive down for it. These babies won't wait.