I didn't have a blog schedule for today, but this morning a small impromptu session took place at the foot of our stairs. In pajamas. Playing in the shadows and with the beams of light coming into the room from sunrise
I don't know how many photos I have of him playing with his cars or trains this way, but they don't get old for me. They're always magical. Maybe it's because he is my little boy - my little train conductor or race car driver - but whenever I see these photos of him, I see childhood. Raw childhood; those moments we remember but most of us don't have photos of them. I love me some posed beautiful photos, but I honestly love these types of photos most of my kids, and these are the ones I want on my walls. These are the photos that tell our story.
So with our impromptu session, came the face game! How many faces can you make? :D
The vast contrast between her faces and her brothers cracks me up. She's so sweet, dainty and careful. Pretty much a little living doll.
Then you have the little cheese ball here who goes from sweet, sassy, attitude, contemplative and surprised in less than 0.827 seconds.
I worked a lot this weekend, as is the case for wedding season/summer/fall/anytime the weather doesn't suck. So today I'm going to take a few hours off, play with these cherub heads and relish in their sweetness. Maybe we'll get ice cream today...
Drink every last drop of ice cream. Roll in the dirt. Recharge in the sun. Laugh until our tummy's ache.
Enjoy your Monday!