Brag books ♥ Milwaukee children’s photographer

Buuuurrrrrr! Hello, fall! Welcome to 2010. Please stay for at least 44 more days.:)

Speaking of … YIKES, 43 days until our wedding. I picked up my dress today! Very exciting. It’s bea-u-ti-ful. Tomorrow, I’ll be delivering it to its safe haven — a little town of nice, honest people — where it will have an entire basement to itself … otherwise known as, my mom’s house.

But what I really SHOULD do is hang it in our kitchen, directly in front of our brand new KitchenAid mixer — that dang thing has put me into a baking frenzy lately! It’s sooooo unbelievable! This week I’ve made homemade banana bread and a delicious peach pie. (All free to a good home … any takers?? Tommy is a Type 1 diabetic and I’m currently a Type 1 Bride.) The slogan on the KitchenAid website says, “Does everything but hug your kids.” That’s true! They’re not lying! You know how some recipes say, “Add this really fattening ingredient, plus a half-cup of sugar, and then beat for two minutes.” Well, with this mixer, you can just add the ingredients, turn it on, and walk away! Yup, go do the dishes for two minutes. Or let the dog out. Or check your e-mail. It takes my triple tasking to a whole new level.

I wanted to share with you a few photos of a brand new product I’m now offering. I’m super excited about these — I’ll be calling them brag books. They’re perfect for purses, or even your desk at work. The books come in sets of three, so keep one for yourself and give the other two to the grandmas!

With a customizable cover, a brag book showcases 10 photos altogether.The covers are magnetic so the two ends stay together when closed, but that also means they’re refrigerator friendly.:)

Here is the front, when it’s opened up like an accordion …

And here’s the back!

Pretty cool, eh? Thanks, Jax and Elly, for being my brag book sample.:)

Ryan and Nathan — Milwaukee twins photographer

Blog! I’ve missed you! It’s been a week or two … but I’m back.

Sorry Ms. Blog, but photo shoots and corresponding with clients take precedent, and after hours, it’s wedding planning, 24/7. No really, I mean it — these wedding nightmares have taken OVER my life! Honest to goodness, I can’t remember the last peaceful night of sleep I had. This morning, I woke up in a panic about the flower girl dress. The night before that, I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup to the ceremony. Anyone have a wedding nightmare cure? I’m more stressed when I’m sleeping than I am when I’m awake!

I wanted to share a couple photos from a twins newborn shoot I had a few weeks back. These adorable baby boys were slightly older than my typical newborn age, but only by a couple months — little Ryan and Nathan were born several months prematurely, so they had to spend their first few months in NICU.

Let me introduce you to Ryan and Nathan … or Nathan and Ryan … I’m horrible at telling twins apart, especially identical ones!

Sixteen years from now, I may have two embarrassed teenage boys on my hands, but this picture was totally worth it.;)He loves his brother so much, he kissed him! (Any Moms out there most likely can guess what he’s really doing … )

That’s all for now, but check back later this week for an exciting new product!

Ellyott Jordyn — Milwaukee newborn photographer

I like to run. I think. Maybe.

Actually, I’m not really sure I like it at all.

A few weeks back, I ended a post by saying, “I’m off for a run!” As if I’m oh-so-cool, the type of person who runs without waver, my feet drifting along the pavement as if I were born in Baby Nikes.

Ah, no.

Although running has always been a part of me — something I’ve fallen back on when those peanut butter M&M’s somehow found their way into my belly again — the sport and I have broken up a few times. Through the college years, we were going steady. Like, dating six days a week … sometimes even at 5:30 in the morning. After graduation, I ran the Chicago Half Marathon and did quite well, if I may say so myself. The year after that, not so much: I blacked out at the 11th mile. No lie.

Since then, we’ve had our ups and downs, but these days, I run about two or three miles a couple times a week. I don’t think about solving world peace on my runs, or calculate complicated math problems to keep my mind distracted — 80 percent of the time, I’m usually thinking about what I can eat for dinner, since I just ran off about 928 calories and all. (Or, 250 … same thing.)

Well, a couple weeks back at a newborn session, my running aspirations received a mini kick-in-the-butt when I met a woman I’ll call Mrs. Inspiration.

As I stood on their front doorstep, camera over my shoulder, I was greeted by her husband: With a brand new baby in his arms, he told me his wife would be back in a minute or two — she took a quick trip to Starbucks, as their night before was a bit sleepless.:)

I carried in my equipment and started setting up. A moment or two later, Mrs. Inspiration walked into the room. As I looked up, my immediate thought was, “This can’t be Mom.” Little Ellyott Jordyn was just seven days old, and Mom hardly looked like she had given birth seven months ago, much less seven days.

We chatted a bit as I started snapping some photos. A half-hour into the session, I mentioned how fabulous she looked and asked, “So what’s your secret?”:)

Running, she said. She likes to run.

I thought to myself, “Oh, that’s cool. She jogged off and on through her first trimester and then ate healthy for the last six months. I can do that someday … not a big deal.”

But no.

Want to know what it is, ladies? Want to know how you can look gorgeous and fit within days after giving birth? You need to run miles … like, almost every day. With a baby inside you.

“I actually ran two miles the night before Ellyott was born,” she said in the most humble voice I’ve ever heard.

I tried to pull back my bulging eyes as I picked my jaw up off the floor. Suddenly, my sensitive tooth didn’t seem to hold up too well in the Excuse Department.

Pam, you’re an inspiration to me, and it was wonderful to spend some time with you and your family. When Ellyott is a teenager and thinks her mom isn’t cool anymore, remind her of what you were doing the night before she was born. That’s a 10 on the Cool Scale.:)Here are some photos of the lovely little girl …

And we couldn’t forget about her big brother.:)

Briana and Mike — Milwaukee wedding photographer

Her future maid of honor knew he was the one — it was only a matter of time before Briana was convinced as well.

Months passed, boyfriends came and went, but Gretchen — Briana’s best friend — kept insisting.

“My cousin Mike … just meet him and you’ll see,” Gretchen pleaded.

After a few missed encounters, the two finally crossed paths. And soon thereafter, Briana knew she had found someone special.

“How was your weekend?” Gretchen asked one Monday morning, months later.

“You know, it was wonderful,” Briana said. “Once you find that special person who you can do fun things with and share happy times, all of your weekends seem to be good.”

It’s so true, isn’t it? Life seems to come full circle when you meet the person you’re meant to marry. Weekends are happier, low-key nights on the couch aren’t so boring anymore, ice cream somehow tastes better (OK maybe that only held true for Tommy and I … darn you, Oscar’s) … and life, all around, seems to be totally complete.

With every wedding, I become a little more of a romantic. With every vow, life somehow seems a bit more fair. As a fly on the wall — with no one to talk to, my cameras at my side — I am the one person in the room who gets to watch the couple constantly, uninterrupted. I see those little moments that others may not — she touches his back, he glances her way, they steal a kiss when no one is looking. Somewhere between the fancy ceremony and big, delicious cake, true love begins.

First, Briana’s shoes … her bridesmaid dresses were black, so Briana’s shoes were black and white … LOVE them. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t — shoes are a very sensitive subject with women, you know.:)

The next set of photos is probably one of my favorite sequences out of all the weddings I’ve photographed. Right before the vows, she had what a family member later described to me as a “Briana Moment.” It was so enduring. I’m pretty convinced every eyeball in the church was glued to this moment …

Here’s the glance … she loves him. Pictures don’t lie.

This live band totally rocked and most definitely deserves recognition … but for the life of me, I cannot recall their name. If anyone recognizes the singer, leave a comment below! Brides-t0-be, this band was amazing!

Congratulations Briana and Mike! Your wedding day was a dream!

Baby Riley — Wauwatosa newborn photographer

Well ladies and gents, my fiancé turned a year older this week … which is VERY exciting for me: The one month out of the year where we’re the same age is officially over. For the next 11 months, he can’t call me old. Life is good.

The big day was Thursday, and since he took the day off, why couldn’t I. That’s the great thing about running your own business — you can take birthdays off without feeling the LEAST bit guilty. (The 364 remaining days of the year where you’re working somehow make up for it.)

We woke up around 7:30 a.m. to the sound of a text message — Tommy’s dad sent us a picture of a mama turkey in his backyard with nine (nine!) little turkey babies. FYI, Tommy’s parents live about five minutes away from us, right in the heart of Brookfield. Where these turkeys come from, I’ll never know. It’s like they nest in the middle of North Avenue and go out for dinner at TGI Friday’s. They’re totally domesticated, yet totally wild. They sleep in trees, I hear. And hide out at Brookfield Square over Thanksgiving.

We headed on over to see this crazy turkey octomom-plus-one in person — as we stood in the driveway and watched, Tommy actually called the babies closer with a turkey app on his iPhone. It works, people. iPhones speak to even the wild.

After the turkey gawking, we went to Waupun to do some wedding things … ahhhh, wedding things. I swear on my life it was NOT my idea to do this on his birthday. The man wanted to get stuff done! So, we got stuff done. Flowers, check. Wedding bands, almost check. Tommy’s opinions and attention to details make up for the times when my “give a darn” is busted. We’re a team, people. It works.:)

So now is the part where I tell you about this totally amazing dinner and three-tiered birthday cake I made for my guy once we got home from the dreaded flower-shopping. That’s the way all relationships go, right? Wrong. It would take me a whole day to make a delicious birthday meal. Besides, he wanted Fuddruckers. And my car was still jacked up in our driveway, soooo …

On his one day away from the office, in celebration of his 29th year of life … he worked on my car. I guess I needed new brakes, new rotors … basically entirely new stopping-devices to prevent the destruction of any more parents’ neighbors’ garage doors. (If you don’t know that story, you don’t need to … moving right along.)

So he pounded and hammered and sweated and worked. I guess the rotors were a bit rusty after 145,000 miles. Who knew? Thank you, Dear. You are the best fiancé a girl could ever ask for. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Now onto some photos …

Last week, I had the opportunity to meet two of the coolest parents in all of Wauwatosa.:)I have a feeling they do a lot of laughing — within just the hour or two I was there, I couldn’t stop smiling. As Baby Riley snoozed the session away, Dad joked about never letting Grandma out of the basement and Mom smiled down at her tiny little sleeping angel. Dad told me he had written a song about his little Riley Marie on the guitar, and I said I better get invited to the wedding when he plays it on her special day.:)My circle would be complete!

I called her an angel … and seriously, she is.

See?

I see quite a few baby feet … but Riley’s feet were soooo tiny and soooo cute! And big props to Grandma for noticing this cute little angle.:)

I wonder what she’s dreaming about … maybe Daddy’s song?:)

Love this next shot of Riley and her mom. If you’re not sure whether you want to be photographed with your new little baby … you do, trust me. She’ll never be this tiny again …

I’m headed out for a run … thanks for stopping by!

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