I love lifestyle sessions... they are my favorite.
Don't get me wrong, I have posed family photos and portraits of my kids hanging on our walls. They are gorgeous and my children look adorable. At the end of the day though, I always feel drawn back to the candid photos of our crazy, messy, beautiful life.

There is so much magic in our lives every day, but when those days pass in the blink of an eye it's easy to miss those moments. Lifestyle sessions, especially for newborns, are my favorite. I love the quiet, unscripted moments and when I look back on pictures of my own newborns, it's the images of them sleeping on my chest or us rocking in a chair together that move me the most. Those pictures take me back to those moments and I feel them...
As much as I know I love lifestyle images, sometimes they still catch me off guard.
I hate to admit it, because I always feel guilty saying it, but I despise bath night. If I can make dad do baths, I will. Always. Some moms love giving baths, but not me. Somehow I always manage to end up soak and sore. A couple weeks before Christmas I took some photos of my littlest playing in the bath and when I pulled them off the camera I ended up lost in the photos... Was this really the same bath I remembered? I remember the splashing, but how did I miss the silliness and curiosity?




