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The more attentive among you may have noticed that my infant photography predilections run counter to current trends. Not that I don’t love sleeping babies curled up in pea pods as much as the next guy. I just think there are so many ways these little humans are visually interesting; there are so [...]

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If someone rents a movie* from your fancy iTunes store and then, while about 30 minutes into it, goes into labor, do you think you could cut that person a break on re-renting the same flick when they finally have time to watch it again? Even 50% off? What if we sent a [...]

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I like the way you can see the idea of a smile flash across his eyes before he actually smiles. It’s like when you’re having a staring contest with someone, and you can see in their eyes that they’re going to break before their mouth ever moves.

Untitled from Nicheplayer on Vimeo.

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Hiya, born baby.
You’re an awfully cute little fella. Sometimes I’m surprised by how adorable you are, though I shouldn’t be. First of all, you’re my son, so I’m supposed to love you like crazy and so forth. Everything you do is cute, and you’re amazing even when you’re crying. Etc., etc., [...]

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Here’s the boy, snoozing away on mama’s shoulder at Magpie Coffee Shop in Decorah this weekend. He’d just eaten, which accounts for all the snooziness.

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I’m finding I’ve missed this process of documenting all the little milestones in our infant’s life.
Em appears to be developing right in line with expectations. His latest things are spitting up and cooing, one of which is much, much cuter than the other.

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“Three windbells cool the humid summertime;
Clashing their shrilly sweet metallic chime.”
–A Chime of Windbells
This season always reminds me of falling in love with my husband. When we were first dating, we would take his dog, Maggie, for long walks through the dark, tree-lined streets–and down to the river–on warm summer nights. The humid air, the [...]

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Everyone was in a good mood at the impromptu 4th of July cookout hosted by our neighbors and friends Sarah, Mac, and Andy. Even Emmett. Here he is, smiling, much to the consternation of his mother. She’s not bitter.

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Emmett, your mom is awfully worried lately about your gassy tummy. It’s true that you spend a fair amount of time these days fussing about when you’re not eating or sleeping. I’m not convinced it’s gas. Which isn’t to say you don’t have gas. Oh, you do, little brudder. You [...]

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