Last weekend I had the great pleasure of photographing my cousin Nancy's two boys. Her oldest is 2.5 and her youngest is 6 months. Photographing children is always interesting. Sometimes they're really into it and other times not at all. The 2.5 year old wasn't against having his photograph taken, but he certainly could think of better ways to spend his Sunday. The youngest was just content to be around all of us - especially his mom. He just smiled the entire time I was there.
i love photographs of kids looking at their moms - especially ones with the mother's hands.
baby argyle - so cute!
so he wasn't too into it, but i do love this pose.
It must be difficult being an only child and having some attention taken away from you by a younger sibling (well, i should know i guess - but i don't remember being really upset about it. i'm sure my mom would have some stories to tell to the contrary). Nancy keeps telling her oldest that soon his younger brother will want to play trucks with him. He just needs to get a little bigger. Even though he isn't crawling yet (as of the photo at least) - he does seem to be very interested in what his big brother is doing.
this wasn't set up. i love this moment.
this is a photo of my two cousins and me. there's basically a year between each of us. stacie's the oldest at 4 years old (on the right) - nancy's the youngest at 2 years (in the middle) - and i'm in the middle at 3 years (on the left). i specifically wanted to find this photo because nancy is the age of her oldest son now. man - we were cute - don't you think?
little anecdote: we spent a lot of time together when we were young. i also think we were a tad bit competitive and we often wanted what the other one had. one day my mom was watching all three of us. to prevent potential arguments from occurring she went out and bought 3 of the same exact water coloring book, the same exact cup to hold the water, and the same exact color brush. she sat us all down - and what did we do? we began pointing and saying that we wanted the other's things. my mom proceeded to yell (in a warm motherly way of course), "but they're all the same!" here we are a few years later with what looks to be very similar looking cabbage patch dolls.
It is strange to begin seeing friends of mine from when I was little having children of their own. But it's also really fun! Especially when I get to hold a baby!