So many times I have had people say to me “Your son is so lucky to have a photographer for a mom. You must have so many great pictures of him.” I laugh when people say that because even though, yes, I am a photographer, my son is still 2 years old. For all of my clients whose children have had meltdowns during our session … this one is for you.
*Side Note: I woke up this morning with the intention of taking Cade out to capture a few images for our Christmas cards. He had the cutest little outfit on … blue jeans that had this really cute red/green pattern at the cuff, a white shirt, and an ADORABLE little black corduroy jacket. Within 30 seconds of getting out of the car (and I’m not even remotely exaggerating), Cade took a flying leap into the freshly cut, WET, grass and was covered from head to toe in grass stains. Not.even.kidding. So, the images below show you what was left of his outfit. Even “photographer’s kids” are still just kids.
This is the “I know what you’re trying to do and I’m not going to give you a smile or look at the camera no matter what you say or promise me” look
“In fact, I think I’m going to just sit here with my eyes covered”
“Oooooh, better yet … now you can’t see me at all!”
oh, but wait! I think I see a smile in there.