‘Musta died and went to heaven today because, seriously…4 baby girls in one room and a camera? Doesn’t get any better than that (oh yeah, Mommy friends and good food too!).

Official playdate at our house today (and by “official”, I mean Lainey actually sat at a tiny kids table with her friend and ate without, like, throwing it all to the dogs) followed by pics of these delicious babies… (I gave Lainey a break on the “shoot” today…Sistah’ is tired of that camera!)

I love this picture in black & white, but Baylee’s eyes are too fabulous not to leave them just as they are…

This smile just miraculously happened…thank you, Samantha! You know why they say babies smile in their sleep? ‘Cuz they can still see heaven there.

How the heck these kids all managed to behave for this shot, I’ll never know. I so pictured toddler hands clawing, newborns wailing and just a big wreck of baby carnage, but it didn’t happen. I’m quite sure my grandma secretly slipped down from heaven and was making faces at them behind me. Yes, I think that’s what happened.

…needless to say, I think there are going to be some pretty smiley daddies when they see these pics all framed up for Father’s Day.

Capturing little souls…nothing thrills me more. I get all teary and goose-bumpy just being with these littles and having the privilege to catch the wonder of them. …thank you Baylee, Lily, Samantha and Lainey…you’re all I needed today!

…enjoying the small things. ~k

So, my first reaction to Self Portrait Challenge’s new theme was, in fact, a big “Hampton, OUT”…but then again, art is art and a challenge is a challenge (no, I would not jump off a bridge if Self Portrait Challenge told me to…well, maybe if there was good lighting). And I hate the stigma that nude is bad or suggestive…because it’s not.
Out of my comfort zone? Slightly.
But here goes.

If I thought about how many things I’d like to change about my body, I’d probably be able to come up with a hundred. But, I don’t think about those things. In fact, since I’ve had a baby, I respect my body so much more and love it for what it did. It is strong and powerful and made a miracle come to life. I focus on what I like, and I do know one thing that I like very much…my collar bones. So there.

Call the Baby Police. We’ve got a Code Nakey on our hands, Folks.

Cubby’s newest obsession: gettin’ nakey. All the time. Pulls at her clothes. Cries. Whines. Tears.

It starts with the socks. I find them under the coffee table, at the bottom of the crib, in between the xylophone bars in the toy box.

Then the shirt comes off. She can actually do this herself, or shall I say she can get her head out which leaves her arms trapped like little sticks in a straight-jacket which leads to hysterics and me running to the rescue.

The pants, she’s workin’ on, but isn’t quite there. Mama helps with that one. And once stripped to freedom, we have one very happy baby.

And her diapered butt crawls off into the sunset.

P.S. ‘dja ever think how funny it would be if we behaved like babies? Like if we were in the grocery store just pushin’ our cart and all the sudden had the itch to be naked…and we whined and cried, ripped off our clothes and then just crawled down Aisle 7 towards the produce? How come babies can get away with it?