I can remember in high school that there was a preschool class we used for our child development course. In that class were two little guys who had brothers in high school. That seemed like a wild idea to me, that you could remember and participate in the raising of your own siblings–raising kids without...
These two cuties are the grandchildren of a good friend of my father’s from high school. I remember their father at this age, and their parents remember me at three too. Cue “the Circle of Life.” P, who is one and a half, burst into tears as soon as I appeared at the door. She...
This was a special shoot. Back in the day this mom and I used to travel the country together on business trips far and wide. We never worked in the same city, but she is one of those rare people who make a sincere effort to touch base despite distance and in spite of what...
Four years old seems to be that age that no one ever tells you about. Warnings about two are legion. Parents exhale loudly on their children’s third birthdays and think that they are in the clear until the teen years. But I am here to let you know that four is the unsung obstacle between...
In the interest of keeping my promises, here is the baby that they *tell* me was hiding under that swell of stomach. He is beautiful (as you might expect given the other two and the not-so-shabby parent genes), and has quite the head of hair! Like Baby A he stayed wide awake my entire visit....
