Archive for 'Austin Toddler'
Okay, I did say I was taking a blog break, buuuuuut, since it *is* almost Halloween, how could I not share this session with you? (Plus, I’m sick and these images make me smile. Especially his oh so serious, “I’m Batman,” face.) I think it’s so cool that their mommy does Halloween cards every year.
And more fun shots from our time together:
Second, I’d like to show off my big finds as part of that exploration:
Well, the the kid’s not included. She kinda comes with the package. Can’t wait to put these to use on the idea I have for our holiday cards. And of course, any other clients who venture by the studio when it opens are welcome to use my nifty new props as well.
But back to the somersault:
No worries. I caught her ;-). Oi.
Here are the page spreads from their family album:
It was also really cool to scope out the other homeschooling families in our area. I don’t know what I was expecting, but everyone was just so…so…normal. The kids were happy and smiling and well-adjusted and the parents were patient and encouraging and relaxed. What a joy to see all of those families embracing the homeschooling spirit! I had no idea how many there are out there, but this small sampling was quite a decent sized group.
I also had no idea that there is homeschooling “branding.” A few shirts today cracked me up. Made me feel like we needed to be one of the “cool kids,” too.
I look forward to hopefully doing this again next year. And wow, I just learned about Disney Homeschool Days as well! We’re going to be busy. Do you all know of any other events like this we should check out?
(Note, I realize I’ve been seriously remiss in updating our homeschool blog. Ugh. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to keep up with yet another blog. I have been sharing some things via the Creative Mama blog, but perhaps I can try to do some homeschool updates on here every now and then. Perhaps. No promises 😉
[As with all Xpressions sessions, these have received minimal adjustments, but no full retouching]
On that morning, she got dressed up in her preppy best, ate her bowl of oatmeal all by herself, helped me pack up the water bottle in her backpack, stood on tiptoes to kiss her brothers and her daddy goodbye, hopped into the car with me, and eagerly walked into her very first classroom.
On that afternoon, I picked her up–exhausted, hungry, with stringy hair, and bleary-eyed from crying all day.
Her, too.
This is not going to be easy. Not one bit.