family photos.

but first, a story. we had been trying to get family photos done for months but for a variety of reasons hadn’t gotten around to it until a few weeks ago. I had been starting to feel major guilt at having no professional photos of henry. I love how these photos turned out. kind of wish Mckay wasn’t sporting a mustache at the time but oh well. so this photo session was highly anticipated in our house, we found a great photographer, perfect date, perfect location. I thought I’d picked a good outfit. reminder: if the camera adds 10 pounds, a maxi dress adds 20. I had timed the day perfect, Henry had napped, bathed, eaten and was happy. 20 minutes before we needed to leave: I was dressed and ready. Mckay was dressed and ready and had started to dress Henry. I was in the bathroom trying to get my stupid boy lashes to stay curled, I turned to go into the living room to grab Henry’s pants for Mckay and instead of going through the door walked straight into the wall-whilst still curling my lashes. My elbow hit the wall, shoving my eyelash curler into my eyebrow aaaand ripping out half of my eyelashes. I freaked. at first I just stared at the eyelashes stuck in my curler, then looked at the gaping bald spot on my eyelid, then started to feel the little cut on my eyebrow. then I cried, more than just a little. 20 minutes before we were supposed to leave. and I looked like a monster. I eventually calmed down, my eyelashes still haven’t grown back but at least I can say I love these pictures, and I love that most of them aren’t close ups. ps aren’t my boys handsome?!