You know what’s harder than photographing a two year old? Photographing a two year-old, who is due for a nap and paranoid of “buggies,” in 98 degree weather with 100% humidity next to a river that is infested with mosquitoes. Know what’s harder than that? Doing it without the child’s parents around ‘cus you are trying to surprise them with pictures of their adorable child. Know what’s harder than that? Adding a newborn.
First, let me start with the back story. I’ve known Richie since before college:
Richie’s Italian and dramatic and hilarious and I love it. We had a lot of good times living the single life. Then I introduced him to Kenny and we had some really good times. I think at one point, we were all unemployed together. We spent our afternoons watching hours upon hours of Grey’s Anatomy, while surviving on only an economy size container of cheese balls. One year, at my annual Christmasy cocktail party – Richie brought a beautiful girl named Liz.
Then, before I knew it, Kenny and I were helping him plan his proposal. Then, before I knew it, we were drinking champagne at their wedding reception (which we made into a winter wonderland in mid-June) cus NOBODY loves Christmas more than me. Except Richie.
Then, before I knew it, I was watching him change the first diaper for his newborn, Maddie.
Aunt Brit used to babysit her from time to time.
SO. My point being, that although I was there for almost every milestone along the way, I wasn’t able to make it to Maddie’s 2nd Birthday party. I thought it would be nice to surprise them with some pictures of Maddie at the location Richie proposed to Liz. But as I mentioned earlier, things didn’t go quite as swimmingly as I’d hoped.
We see who wears the pants in this relationship.
Things learned: never tell a child they cannot do something. For example, open a door. Because all they will do, is try to open that door.
Nope. Don’t do it.
Eventually, of course, they get bored.
And here is the infamous window that had lights above it with the words “Will You Marry Me?”
It’s always important to have a change of shoes. Pink Jellies, preferrably.
And if this picture doesn’t make you smile, then you are a cold, heartless bastard.
And in my humble opinion, if you have the ability to make children this amazingly gorgeous, you shouldn’t stop at one.
Oh wait, looks like they didn’t. Two years later, came the arrival of another girl, Riley.
My favorite thing about their babies: arm rolls. I wish they’d keep them forever.
by indigo
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