Monday, March 28, 2011

Elijah Michael Edward Lettman

I had the privilege of photographing little Eli yesterday. He was just one day shy of being 3 weeks old. And completely adorable. He has the most beautifully-shaped, velvety head…it is all I can do when around him not to just stand there petting him and snuzzling his soft hair. It helps, of course, that I have been good friends with his parents for…wow, almost a decade or more? They might let me get away with the overt baby-adoration. Can't help it. It's just something I do now that I have my own little one who is almost 4 months old. Babies have become magnets to my googly stares, goofy smiles, and varied-pitched exclamations. Yes…I have become one of THOSE people. And I'm fine with that. But, honestly, do you think you could be in the presence of such an amazing little person as Eli and not make some kind of warbled noise of adoration? I think not. Consider yourself challenged.

On a side note, Elijah's mom, Andrea, said during photos to not get in the photo because of how terrible she looked just then. To that I say, "what the heck are you talking about?" For reals. I mean, look at how gorgeous she is! Terrible, my butt. Ha.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Colette at 3 months

A rather incoherent blog about motherhood:
Colette, my daughter, turned 3 months old on March 4th. Being a mother is amazing and exhausting. Yes, that is cliche…for a reason: it's true. I must tip my hat to all working parents out there, especially those that are also the primary caregiver to their little ones. I honestly do not know how you do it. I am without paid employment at the moment and am only now, after 3 months, feeling semi-human again. Colette is beautiful and expressive and a fairly terrible sleeper. Up until a couple of weeks ago she would not sleep by herself at all. But now…the swing! The swing has rescued me for a guilty 30 minutes up to 3 hrs each day. Don't get me wrong, I love holding my little girl. She's fabulous. But I also love to feel like just me every once in a while. Judge me however you want, but I am not one of those completely selfless mothers who wants to be holding their child 24/7. Then again, there is always a pang of guilt when I do put her down. That will dissipate a bit, I am sure, as she becomes more independent and capable of entertaining herself. In the meantime, I will cherish the short times when she is happy to be asleep in her swing all by herself. And I'll cherish the time spent holding her. Sooner or later (or sooner than I want, I am sure), she will no longer want to be held and cuddled. And that will be a hard day in a very different way.