This morning we met at the park for 15 month old Madeline’s session. We were originally set for Friday, but a birth that I’m set to photograph was scheduled for induction Friday morning. So we shuffled families around, and the induction was then cancelled. I didn’t have it in me to shuffle folks around a second time, so I played the ‘wait and see’ game and put on my poker face.
We had a fabulous day at the park with Miss Madeline. Freshly transplanted from Chicago (a return home for her cute Mommy), she didn’t seem to mind the humid Texas August day we had (Cute Mommy and I were sweating buckets). She was quite the fashionista, and trotted out her gorgeous silk dress for the occasion.
Then she modeled her sassy striped pants, and brought her bunny out to have some fun (and lovin’) as well:
and you know how the saying goes…you’re nobody ’till some bunny loves you!
After that my dear hubby and I decided to visit the Age of Steam Railway Museum in Fair Park (for those of you with a Thomas kid…this museum is a must-see!). No pics of that worth showing, but on the way to lunch I got ‘the call’. Baby was on his way, and I hightailed it to the hospital.
I have to take a minute to just say how flattering it is when photographers hire me to document their birth. Of all the births I’ve photographed, I’d say about half were for other local photogs. It is flattering, intimidating, and also pretty fun as we usually get to chat about cameras and photoshop and other such nonsense while they labor.
Except today…no time for chit-chat. Just a few minutes after I arrived it was decided that because of an infection they would do an immediate c-section. Sad for Mom, and sad for me, as I was then unceremoniously booted to the waiting room instead of capturing the big arrival (no worries-I completely understand…it was fun waiting with the family (there was a severe camera shortage, as you can see)).
And then…he was here!
There was a crush at the nursery window, and I barely managed to snap this awesome shot of the proud new Daddy before being trampled by grandparents (kidding…I leapt out of the way just in time 
I loved the cover of this magazine…very appropriate, I thought.
The grandparents were sent back to the recovery room to meet Little Man, and I think this face just says it all…she had waited *so long* to get her hands on that baby!
and once she had him just drank him in.
Little Man’s name was announced, and Porter’s stats were entered into Grandad’s ‘book’ (he’s officially official).
Before being sent to the nursery for antibiotics, the newest member of The Daddy Club had time to sit and memorize his baby boy.
Welcome to the world Baby Porter!
