Yesterday, I took maternity photos for one of my childhood friends. Mariela and I grew up together, and have remained friends for over twenty years. She is currently 36 weeks pregnant with baby number three, and has never had a maternity shoot done! I was so excited to be able to capture this special time for her, and I cannot wait to meet her newest baby. 
We took these photos at Sehmel-Homestead park in Gig Harbor, where there is a large un-mown field that is perfect for evening photos. I really love Homestead for all of the different options it gives photo wise. They have tall trees, woodlands, swamp lands, fields, just about every backdrop a person could want!
I hope to shoot many more photos at this park, but more importantly spend a lot more time with my childhood friends, continuing to make memories as we grow through life together!
This photo is today in a nutshell. Life has kicked us to the floor with another bout of sickness, so basically we all just want to lay there and cry about it. I didn’t think I’d have anything to share today, but surprisingly got two shots. I tried getting more, but at the end of the day the light was totally gone and my eyes were too tired to grab anything good.
Today, Asa got his hair cut by his grandma. He at first found it to be an exciting experience, but that quickly changed once actual scissors neared his head. There was much squirming and protesting after that. With every snip, he would exclaim “we’re all done!” only to be soundly disappointed when grandma said “no, not yet.” 
The hair was too tickly as it fell on his arms and back. The scissors made such an unfamiliar snick-snick. The chair was too hard. The stool was too high. Much as should be expected of a three-year-old, he had no time for this silly haircut and not even promise of chocolate could persuade him otherwise.
But when he was finally done, what a handsome little boy was presented to him in the mirror! He seemed pretty delighted with himself for having survived such a dangerous and scary procedure. 
He was even convinced to sit still for one last little snip here and there as grandma cleaned up around the edges. But when asked if they should do it again, he answered with a very sound “no!”
Every once in a while, the sun and the mist come together in such a magical way that we just have to run outside. Even though it’s cold, even though it’s nearly Evie’s naptime, even though I’ve got a million other things to do and limited time to do them. Today was one such day. I’m glad I rushed to dress the kids and get us outside to play, because now that I’m sitting to write this post, the mist has gone and the sun is too high to cast pretty light. 
Evie is only just getting to the age where outdoor play is fun; she toddles around in circles, mostly, tripping over her own feet and lifting delicate little fingers out of mushy leaves with an expression of disgust. She doesn’t really enjoy dirt yet, and prefers to keep her hands far away from the moist ground.
Yet, like a faithful puppy, she follows her brother wherever he goes. Around the cars, into the bushes, over the roots, she toddles after him in her slow, trundling fashion. The way she mimics and adores him is reciprocated. He shows her rotting leaves and broken sticks, when he’s not running off on his own adventures. “There’s a monster!” he’ll exclaim, and leave both of us to fend for ourselves as he scampers away from the imagined danger. 
But soon, distracted by another new phenomena of the outside world, he redirects his attention and creates new roads for his ever-present toy car. 
Home, by Kristina 