synchronized silliness

We got off to a bit of a rough start.  Often, despite how great the finished product is, this is how it goes. 2 year olds?  They mostly hate photographers.  Especially when we interrupt naps.

Fortunately, his sisters were more than happy to amuse me...

And when T finally woke up, all was right with the world.  He could even tolerate some lady sticking a camera in his face and pretending to chew his knees for a few minutes.

Sibling bonds are like no other bond in the world.  Without even trying, a lifetime of insider jokes and deep love develop.  Whether that's in spite of or because of the intense in-fighting that occurs while growing up, who knows...

For all the rough-housing, accidents, cruelties, and practical jokes, there are 10x as many moments when everyone is sharing love and laughter in synchronicity.  These guys giggling and running into the field to play 'spaghetti legs' (twirling up long grass with your feet) and then ring-around-the-rosie...

... TOTALLY reminded me of this video:

(You're smiling now, admit it lol)


Of course, the point of showing up was to get this:

And this:

Which in this business are known as the "money shots."  If I may: Nailed It!

Then we were off to have some fun with leaves and do the Hope Walls version of tethered selfies.  (awww, aren't they cute?)

And finally, I forced Mom & Dad to get a picture together.

Which the kids thought was pretty gross.

it takes all kinds

Meet R&D.  You don't need to know a lot about R&D except they are a) beautiful and b) in love.  I have a girl-crush on R.  She's adorable, no?  (I made her model for me a few weeks ago...)

They are parents to two kiddos, S & R.  S & R did a pretty good job of pretending to like each other at least for the camera.

R is in grade 4 and full of pre-teen angst.  His mom is pretty sure he is going to be famous one day, if nothing else for being handsome.  (She might be on to something...  don't tell R though - he'll probably just roll his eyes at you.)

R & S are pretty typical siblings.  Namely, they fantasize (and sometimes act out) killing each other.  How handy is Halloween for making fake blood-covered machetes readily available for this sort of cosplay, right? 

Mom didn't want to be left out of the machete-wiedling fun. In fact, what makes this machete-wielding Mama so special is that she is the kind of person who refuses to leave anyone out.  No one gets left out.  Ever.  

This amazing woman has the odious task of taking care of a little piece of my heart every day of the week.  She is my baby sister's caregiver.  And she loves my baby sister enough to take after her with a machete.  THAT takes a special kind of person.

D tries to act all cool and tough but really, he's a softie who loves his children and grandchildren like oxygen itself.

(You read that right - grandbabies... well, one for now anyways.  You met Miss M. Sunrise a few weeks ago already....)

Obviously that makes Machete Mama... a GILF.  ;)

This is R's immediate family.  I was going to offer to share a picture of her with her entire extended family - all those people who she accepts into her life and heart with open arms and an open mind - but I'd need a much wider angle lens to accommodate all the people whose lives are blessed to know R.

Thank you for taking on my crazy family, thank you for helping make my burdens bearable, thank you for being there for those who need you, and thank you for being you, Mama R.  It is my honour and my pleasure to know you all.  Please don't attack me with a machete.  lol

my new kid crush

M was pretty convinced he didn't like me when we first met.

Mind you, he was pretty convinced he didn't like Dad either, and hung on extra-tight to Mom for the first several minutes.

I figured maybe M wanted to try his hand at photography.  He did OK.  Sort of.  Some of his attempts were a little, uh...  blurry...

I was hoping he'd like me better after letting him play with my equipment but instead he decided Daddy was OK.    I decided that would do.  For now.  He would learn to like me sooner or later.

We played with some leaves...

...and did some jumping...

... before playing with the big apple.  (I know what you're thinking, but trust me, M assured us it's a big apple.)

He conducted the symphony in his head.

He rocked out in his spiffy duds.

And stole a litle piece of my heart with those delicious puddles of chocolate brown eyes.

I think he likes me now.  What do you think?

 Mom and Dad, thanks so much for letting me crush on your uber-sweet small fry.  I'm off to the dentist now to get the cavities filled...