This little guy shares a birthday with my 7-year-old. I can’t believe it was seven years ago when I last had a newborn boy of my own. I can’t get over his thick hair and porcelain perfect skin. So sweet.   

I got the nicest email the other day from Sharna Wilkerson in New Hampshire (click to check out her blog). She took pictures of this sign and I LOVE the way they look, especially with the snow flakes falling all around… a symbol of my life and the snow that falls all around me in Michigan… ha ha!

Thanks for for the kind thoughts all the way from New Hampshire!

I have a few more from my little friend with the massive cheeks. I got the teal scarf from Target last month, and actually I got two thinking it would be nice to bunch them up like a blanket. Well, you know how newborns are when you get them all naked, and then they’re all comfortable after a feeding, and before you know it you have a scarf soaking the poop out of it in the laundry room (this baby gets the trophy for most poops during a shoot… seriously, what was it Brooke, like 3 times?). You use the other one as backup… and then he decides to pee on it, so you take that as his way of saying he’s so over this photo thing. At least we got some great ones first!

Oh yeah, the blanket is from IKEA. I might just go back and get another one cause I love it and I’m sure I’ll need a backup one of these days.

She’s still a newborn, right? Lie to me. I was cleaning up my office with Rowan, and she was looking so chunky-licious that I had to snap some shots. Then I put her clothes on and she looked cute still… go figure… so I took some more and decided to post a few details about my shooting space. I get emails now and then about the setup and equipment. Even though I still consider myself primarily a natural light photographer, the studio is essential in the winter and for newborns.

And to explain myself a little for my last post solely dedicated to snack foods (Oh, I forgot to mention nutty bars. They’re so good)… once Rowan hit the 6 month mark the first week of January, I started running to possibly train for a half marathon (No I haven’t signed up for one yet. Can’t a girl just train and not commit?). So between running and breastfeeding this chunky animal almost exclusively I’m pretty sure I burn as many calories as Michael Phelps… well, like almost. Anyway it doesn’t matter, because the way I’ve been eating I make up for it. Behold the beautiful Rowan Elizabeth. I love her.