A few months ago I panicked. E. was getting bigger. And bigger. Everyday. She just wouldn’t stop growing already. And I realized she wasn’t my baby anymore. So I did what any rational person would do: I hired a photographer to come out and capture her little features before she grew out of it all.
If you live in Washington state, I highly recommend Abie Wolfe Photography. She was awesomely patient, and I love her work. And anyone who knows how freak-control-ish I am about photography and anything artistic can appreciate that this woman was patient.
Climbing down from the bed is serious work (I love her serious faces):
I love how her feet get twitchy when she’s happy, as she was here reading aloud:
I love her little cheeks and eyelashes (I’m so jealous of her long lashes):
Twirling her hair – an "I’m tired" tell.
I have been wanting a formal portrait of her for a while now. All it took was a little zoning out to a Dora video on portable dvd player and we got several like this: