October was a crazy insane month for us. We got married on October 25 and the entire month felt like one long, panicked planning session. So many ducks to get in a row! We were out of town every weekend, on the road more often than not. Halloween, a holiday we usually revel in, was seriously placed on the back burner.
But we did take a moment to scoot over to the beautiful pumpkin patch set up at our local Methodist church, with the intention of taking cute photos of Cece and maybe all three of us as a family. I had dreams of our darling little gal, dressed in a crochet pinafore I made when I was pregnant, sitting pretty amidst the pumpkins. I had my run-through of wedding hair & make-up earlier that day, so was feeling pretty enough to pose with her. Oh the best laid schemes of mice & men.
Have you ever tried to photograph a baby? Like, really take a nice portrait? Because it is damn near impossible. How do you baby portrait photographers do it? Between propping her up, getting her to look at the camera, wiping off the drool – it’s the hardest thing ever. I wasn’t going to post any of the over 50 photos I took. Because they are not what I expected. And then I looked again.
They are funny. Warm. A true representation of what that day was like. Hot and hectic. My make-up was sliding off my face, Cece was getting tired, James is never the most patient portrait-sitter. But we were laughing through it all, joking with my mom and cousin and brother who had come to help. (Seriously, we had THREE extra sets of hands and it still was impossible.)
But I love them. I might frame some of them. Because you can see how fascinated she is by the grass and the sun and the hay. You can see our hands supporting her, holding her up before she can do it on her own. And I can almost hear my frustrated laughter.