This past weekend, I jumped a huge hurdle: my very last wedding photography gig of the summer, at 7 months pregnant. I remember photographing weddings while pregnant with Ruth two years ago. My last wedding was when I was 8...
Ruth: it's hard to know where to start. The little munchkin is growing rapidly (don't they always?). She's still small for her age, according to those doctor's charts, but boy, is she strong and coordinated. She walks and runs with...
So as much of the East Coast knows, we were hit by a snowstorm that made Marylanders cringe. It was blisteringly cold and still snowing in the morning, but I took Ruth out anyway so she could experience the weather....
Ruth freaked me out yesterday--a high fever, lethargy, rapid breathing... needless to say I made an emergency visit to the pediatrician, who told me to give her ibuprofen and keep an eye on her, calling should complications arise. She perked...
This video starts out kind of slow, but the end is really funny....
Some of my favorite photos of Ruthie of late: Loves sticks. Eats with THREE spoons. And she's the cutest baby ever....
Now that most of the busy-ness that took place in October is over with, I've been reflecting on how wonderful it was (and is) to have Ruth to come home to after a long day photographing weddings. She'll turn one a month from now, after which I will stop chronicling the life of a baby, and begin chronicling the life of a toddler.
So Steve and I have made a radical decision: we are sleeping in the living room now, on the futon, in order to see how much her waking is sheer habit, or exacerbated by our proximity to her in the bedroom.
Daddy likes to help me walk around!...
It's posing a new child-development/photographic challenge for me, and I look forward to using the new knowledge in my photography business.
I had already been working slowly towards this transition anyway, and it will be very nice to get a full night's rest for the first time in ten months. But I'll miss that little warm body snuggling next to me. And when she wakes up next to me in the morning, she has the goofiest drunken smile I've ever seen. She doesn't wake up happy in the crib. I can't snuggle next to her. I can't smell that intoxicating hair.
Daddy wrote my name!...
*falls over ded*...
For all the sleep drama that pervades my life, tonight is the best night EVER.
I'm wicked tired, and this is going to simply KILL my functionality today, but at least she will eventually tire and then we can both go back to bed.
Now that she can stand up and be all active, one of her favorite things is to be chased by daddy all around the house...
What? Me? Messy?! Never!
All I know for absolute certainty is this: I love my daughter, deeply and completely.
So I just recently figured out how to make videos on Steve's computer. It's super-easy, and I'd like to share with everyone what my little baby sounds like. (Please ignore me if you can.)...
It's 2 AM, and the line for communion is forming. Ruth has been sleeping soundly through the entire ruckus. Out of the corner of my eye I've seen the blanket covering her car seat move a little--kicking in her sleep.
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