Once we got to La., I looked on-line for someone and found a couple of potential photographers but let's just say, none of them worked out, including the one who said she could do it last Saturday and then never emailed me again (WTH?). She even has a blog and is really lucky that I am not linking to it. Take that, Missy!
So, at this point, I've pretty much accepted that this isn't going to happen. Which is fine, I don't really want to shell out the clams for it at this point anyway.
I still wanted some pics of me and the boys and the baby belly, so I enlisted my
So, how'd it go, you ask?
Let me illustrate for you...
At first Little G wanted NOTHING to do with our impromptu photo shoot. But I had asked The B Man earlier in the day if he would be willing to take some pictures with me and he was quite sure that would be just fine with him.
It did however, totally crack me up when he had the notion to lift his shirt as well!
And when Little G realized that belly exposure was a free for all? He was 'in' too!
So he scurried on over and began to slap the baby belly...
Which is when I realized that he had a ton of snot leaking out of his nose and proceeded to wipe it with my hand (thanks so much honey for capturing this on the camera for posterity - you really ARE a wonderful photographer!)
He did settle down a little and we were getting closer...
And then the very last shot hubby took was this one below and he declared our session DONE.
Hey, all hands are on deck and everyone's looking at the camera. I declare it a Success!! : )