Six weeks-ish

Before Jack was born I had all these visions of the great newborn photos I was going to capture. I was so excited to try out some new things and use my little baby as the guinea pig. As it turned out, I brought home a baby who was not exactly a "new" newborn, almost a month old. He was long too, not the tight bundle you see swaddled in pictures. This leads us into photo shoot numero uno.

Photo shoot, or should I say torture session? Instead of deeply sleeping like I had hoped, Jack woke up soon after we started. I took a few before I felt so bad for him that we stopped. Poor kid.




Not exactly cute and cuddly..... Still cute I guess. :)

PS. I promise that he loves to be swaddled. Demands it in fact, but not for picture time I guess.

Tyson decided it was his turn. Then in good fun, my sister went next. Their amount of cooperation was decidedly much better than the youngest.




Jack has started giving us little tentative smiles. It definitely makes big brother happy. His parents too. Melts my heart into pieces every time.




Bravely, I attempted to do another little photo shoot. This time there was no undressing of a sleeping baby. No swaddling in scarves. Not even coaxing to a cute position. Just the raw sweetness of my alert baby.

Much better.



I want to draw attention to the little size 2 moccasins on Jack. My parents brought them back from Canada for us. This was after considerable time taken, I'm told, of searching for them. Thanks Mom and Dad! They are precious!






Getting sleepy after all of this business. It's hard work being followed by the mamarazzi.