This family session started off hilarious and just kept getting better. When they pulled up for the session, dad went around to the back of the SUV and opened it to get the dog out. Out comes tumbling one of their sweet boys. Literally. Like a sack of potatoes rolling out. He hit pavement and looked up and smiled. The other boy had a pair of broken glasses. He was instructed not to breathe. The little Miss...well...she's just about the cutest thing ever.
So look. It's the McCook's!
I am in love with these boys. They are so stinkin cute!!!
And this little Miss. Well. She had me at hello.
And when we went to say goodbye, she asked if I could come home with her. :)
This next shot might be one of my favorite momma shots ever.
McCook's...I loved spending time with you. Your family is beautiful...and funny...and fabulous.
Oh. And I have something funny to tell you. See this picture?
Would anyone else notice the little tag Mrs. McCook has sticking up underneath her sheer shirt? I did. So I asked them to stop. I balanced two cameras in one hand and took my other hand up under the back of her shirt to tuck the tag in. Just as I was doing so...I felt this warm goopiness run ever so slowly down my head, neck and back. I slowly remove my hand from up my client's shirt. Calmly tell them to continue walking. And then click this frame:
We got the shot. AND the client was none the wiser that their photographer was just shit on while having my hand up her back. That's professionalism baby. Calm. Cool. Collected.
And yet totally grossed out. :)
Love ya McCook's! Can't wait until you are saddled up over here in my subdivision. Giddy up!