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twins

Twins. Adorable. Exciting. Wonderful.

Tiring.

I heartily applaud all you Moms out there who raise twins. I don’t know how you do it.

Twins have been on my mind more often lately, because my nephew and his wife are expecting two babies in December. Our family is very excited about this upcoming event, and if you had to pick a couple to raise twins, Cody and Tenay would be high on the list.

The twins I’ve photographed in the past are busy little men, absolutely adorable, with two older beautiful sisters, a loving, providing Dad, and “SuperMom”. Along side raising four lovely children, and looking fabulous herself, she has found time to be an inventor, and all that goes along with selling her idea and product – successfully. Check it out – Today’s Steal: Squishy Snak Pak 4-Pack 40% off – The easy, reusable, and clean way to feed wholesome foods to your little one. http://ow.ly/nfAVj

Today I have the privilege of travelling to another town, and photographing a newborn whose twin brothers are two years old. The Mom to these three is an old friend I haven’t seen for many years. I look forward to our time together, and I am positive that I will come away full of smiles from holding another sweet newborn, a few chuckles from the antics of the twins, but mostly with renewed wonder at the strength and devotion of another amazing Mom.

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Tough Little Boys

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Today is Dustin’s birthday. Today he is my grandson’s father, my daughter’s husband, my one and only son-in-law. “Yesterday” he was a cute little boy in our small town.

Time flies. Life changes. People you knew of, become people you love. That is you Dustin.

Although you have always been a gentle soul, the following words seem to fit this sweet picture (taken by your wife) of you and little Leon. (Apologies to Gary Allan for slightly changing a few gender words in the last  two verses.)

Happy Birthday Dustin.

Well I never once
Backed down from a punch
Well I’d take it square on the chin
Well I found out fast
A bully’s just that
You’ve got to stand up to him
So I didn’t cry when I got a black eye
As bad as it hurt, I just grinned
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again.

Scared me to death
When you took your first steps
And I’d fall everytime you fell down
Your first day of school, I cried like a fool
And I followed your school bus to town
Well I didn’t cry, when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies againWell I’m a grown man

And as strong as I am
Sometimes its hard to believe
That my little son, not even one
Could totally terrify me
If you were to ask
My wife would just laugh
She’d say “I know all about men
How when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again

Well I know one day, you’ll move you away
And I’m gonna stand there and smile
But when I’m home, and I’m all alone
Well, I’ll sit in your room for a while
Well I didn’t cry when Old Yeller died
At least not in front of my friends
But when tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again
When tough little boys grow up to be dads
They turn into big babies again.

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Weddings

One of my favourite parts of wedding photography is taking pictures of the children in attendance. Usually they are dressed to the nines at the ceremony, on their best behaviour and cute as buttons. By the time the program starts, they are getting restless, and oh-so anxious for the dance to begin. With shoes and care abandoned they take to the dance floor at the very first chance, and definitely have more fun than a large percentage of the adults.

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I sometimes have to remind myself that I am there to take pictures, first and foremost, of the bride and groom. The little people captivate my camera!

On the weekend I met a young boy who was passionate about the entire day. From the entrance of the bride and her parents (he ran right up to them with a most enthusiastic greeting), to the telling of stories ensuring kissing by the couple.

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Holding that mic (by myself please) was definitely a high priority on this little fellow’s bucket list. When he was finally given the chance to share his story, it was something about chocolate milk and naps. But it worked! The bride and groom kissed. 🙂 Then he ended his speech with “Now let’s get this party started!”
So cute!

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Love-gift

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The stars aligned this week. My daughter and month old grandson came to visit. And then everything worked out for my oldest grandchild to join us. There are 14 years between them. My I-Pad is full of crazy but cherished photos.

We have shopped, pedicured, laughed ourselves silly, visited an art gallery, but mostly… we have fed, burped, changed and rocked Baby Leon.

Having both youngest and oldest of my grandchildren with me, is a good reminder of how quickly life passes. It was only yesterday…

“Child of the pure, unclouded brow

And dreaming eyes of wonder!

Though time be fleet and I and thou

Are half a life asunder,

Thy loving smile will surely hail

The love-gift of a fairy tale”

– Lewis Carroll

I have so very much to be thankful for. This week is just one precious point on a very long list.

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pancakes

photo by Cheri Neufeld (flickr)

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, 5, and Ryan, 3. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. “If Jesus were sitting here, He would say, ‘Let my brother have the first pancake. I can wait.’ ” Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, “Ryan, you be Jesus.”

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The Secret

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I loved photographing these cute cousins (Eloise and Brooke), and this particular picture brings to mind a poem we memorized in the early years of elementary school. If you remember it as well, I hope it brings a smile to your face.

We have a secret, just we three,
The robin, and I, and the sweet cherry-tree;
The bird told the tree, and the tree told me,
And nobody knows it but just us three.
But of course the robin knows it best,
Because she built the—I shan’t tell the rest;
And laid the four little—something in it—
I’m afraid I shall tell it every minute.
But if the tree and the robin don’t peep,
I’ll try my best the secret to keep;
Though I know when the little birds fly about
Then the whole secret will be out.
P.S. The sweetest thing about this photoshoot, was getting a message from Brooke’s mom that went like this: “Thanks again for the great session. When we got home Brooke said, ‘Lauri is my best friend.’ “
What a great “job” I have.