On my trip through the South, I got to visit my friend, Ann, and her girls again. Which was nice, because the last time I saw her youngest daughter, Allie, she was just propping herself up on her elbows.
A lot can change in a year and a half…
And some things remain the same.
After photographing Vienna, I understand the evolutionary purpose of big blue eyes…
There is no way you could eat your baby when it looks this cute.
I also understand why bubble baths and babies are not such a good mix. I imagined cute baby flapping arms and bubbles floating in the air: happy family, happy baby, happy bubbles. So I wondered why it was necessary for Vienna’s parents to read the ingredient label so carefully before selecting which bubbles to use. I thought, bubbles are bubbles are bubbles… nothing harmful with bubbles. But now I understand…
Once Vienna entered the bubble bath, the bubbles went straight into the mouth again and again and again. I think it will be Vienna’s first and last bubble bath for a couple more months. Even still the occasion was pretty cute… and we did get some happy family, happy baby, happy bubbles shots when she wasn’t eating the bubbles.
somewhere between a handshake and two kisses 
