From toes to their little nose, we love babies. Stretching, yawning and snuggling are just a few of our favorite things.
How I love every one of those.
That hair though. Soft. Fun. Baby hair.
"A new baby is like the beginning of all things - hope, wonder, a dream of possibilities." - Eda J. Le Shan
Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ~Elizabeth Stone
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” - Lewis Carroll from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Another longtime client with a very special arrival. Welcome to the world G. You're handsome from your toes to your nose.
These days, we don't see many men wearing bow ties. Come to think of it, fewer and fewer men wear neckties ties at all - or even own more than one. It takes a special fellow to don a bow tie, someone who unabashedly marches to the beat of his own drum. What more could a parent ask for? -- LN
We always think it's so unfair that the boys are the ones with the longest lashes. Alas, not in this family. Big sister is blessed with an enviable set too. In fact, people have asked mom if she puts mascara on her daughter's lashes - they are that stunning- LN
You may recognize this young lady: You've watched her grow up! (Be sure to scroll down.) She never ceases to amaze us with her smarts and delight us with her spirit. Stay tuned for this year's photos.... - LN
She is everything that is perfect wrapped in lace, ribbons and bows and full of grace....- LN
Full of style, and also grace. How I adore this toddler, and her family!!
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer Wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying,
‘It’s okay honey, Mommy’s here.’
Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can’t be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON’T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they’ll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of the cars. And that when their kids asked, ‘Did you see me, Mom?’ they could say, ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world,’ and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who wanted to, but just couldn’t find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read ‘Goodnight, Moon’ twice a night for a year. And then read it again, ‘just one more time.’
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls Mom?’ in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home — or even away at college -- or have their own families.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they’d be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can’t find the words to reach them. For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good mother anyway?
Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?
Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And for mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
‘Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.’
Tell them every day that we love them and pray and never stop being a mother.... -- Author Unknown
Can't you just see the smile in his eyes? Little G certainly brought us smiles. And look at those two teeth! We remember your newborn portrait session like it was yesterday, and now look at you: what a delightful, dapper little gentleman you've become. We can't wait to watch you grow! - LN
Love these little babies! We just can't get enough of twins. So fun to pose them entwined and snuggly like they were in the womb. This brother-sister duo could not have been any more cooperative. Hope they keep it up for mommy and daddy. - LN
This princess is the light of her parents' life, and she was one of our all-time most cooperative little ones. We're so glad to have met you! Looking forward to seeing you again soon, and creating more imagery together.
H could not be any cuter! Maybe because he reminds me of my pudgy babies (who are now beanpoles). He is simply squeezable. LOVE these images we shot at his downtown Chicago home. - LN
I'm partial to these images, not because this little guy is sweet and adorable (which he is), but because this series features fleeting expressions. Some of them are quirky - my faves - and some are classic, but they all capture him, at this moment, and truly showcase his personality. Babies change SO fast. Don't let the memory fade. - LN
I admit it: I'm a sucker for blue eyes. My husband has blue eyes; my kids had blue eyes - until they turned two. Ladies, watch out. I've met C's parents, and this little man's blue eyes ain't-a-changin'. - LN
and she loved a little boy very, very much
-even more than she loved herself.
- Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree
An amazing session, with the sweetest little boy and the sweetest parents. May he forever give you joy.