My long-time never-met blog pal, Alison brought her little bunch on a road trip through the mountains to my little town. She's a babe. I loved meeting her in real life. Totally like meeting the disney princesses or a celebrity. You already pretty much know them and then *poof* there they are and they're real. And taller than you would have thought :)
and then Henry (oh to have a baby named Henry) and his sister Emma (sweetest nicest cutest in my preschool class Emma). They're my cousins. Maybe second cousins-once-removed but I adore them so I'll call them my cousins and you and your family treeness will deal with it.
and then Jack the quarterback. Or mini-Mike because he's my friend's little brother. Or maybe not-so-mini Mike because he's a big old football player now. I love working with seniors because I see them just enough as kids that I feel okay acting majorly dorky but I also don't have to wipe their noses or bribe them with treats. Usually. And any time I get to take pictures of a senior like this I'm thinking the whole time about which little sister I can get him to marry because he's such a cutie. Also I told him the secret about how the worst people to photograph are often dads because their wives make them dress up when they want to be watching a game and they're not as into jumping around like batman or climbing in things. And Jack promised that in 10 years when he's back with his kids he'll still do all the batman jumping I ask him to. Happily.