Anthony and I had a wonderfully relaxing three day weekend with one whole baby-free day to ourselves. We celebrated by going on two adult-only dates (dinners! in a restaurant! with no screeching!) and we played a whole lot of FFXIII on a borrowed Xbox360.
I know, I know, I’ve talked shit about the Xbox before, mostly because… well I don’t remember anymore. The reasons that seemed important to me back when the PS2 was all new and shiny don’t seem important any more. The HD game play is stunning. Anthony and I are currently 2 discs into FFXIII and loving it. The beginning of our relationship was marked by epic make out sessions and marathon FFVII sessions (or was it the other way around?), so it was wonderful to game together guilt-free while Isobel was showered with love and affection at Grandma’s. Along with eating, spending time with Anthony and napping, I took on a huge cleaning project, so I’m considering Labor Day weekend a success.
My in-laws are really wonderful. In addition to providing the best babysitting we could ask for, my MIL Olivia likes to take Isobel for professional portrait sittings. As someone who is frequently disappointed by ‘professional’ sittings, I just cannot justify the expense of taking Isobel for portraits. I happen to take a lot of great photos of her myself, and for free! But I do feel that awkward professional portrait sessions are a right of passage for American babies, so I’m grateful Olivia’s willing to do it. Some times they even turn out to be adorable.
Isobel resembles me as a baby more and more. Although I’m of Swedish ancestry I was born with lots of dark hair. As a toddler it changed from brown to blond, and it had an awkward reddish-phase while in transition. It looks to me like Isobel’s hair is getting lighter as it appears reddish in some of these photos. I will be very surprised if she has a blond phase. All the kids in my family are blond, but I abandoned any notion of blond children when I met my husband, who is of Guatemalan ancestry.
And also very, very cute.
The portrait session produced some questionable photos, as you might imagine. Her hair is in that awkward growing-out phase. By the time she’s ready for her next round of portraits I’m sure it will be much less shaggy.
What’s a professional portrait session without some horrible photoshop add-ins? Anthony and I thought two could play at the photoshop game…
There! This seems way more appropriate.
She also took some adorable shots with her cousin Jewel.
I wondered whose disembodied-arm that was for the longest time before realizing it was Isobel’s.
I love this look.
Jewel’s like HUG ME FOR THE CAMERA, COUSIN.
Isobel’s like HOMEY DON’T PLAY THAT.
This shot is so wonderfully hammy I had to be resuscitated after viewing.
You’ll notice that she has this bunny in every shot. Once she had it in her clutches she refused to let go.
This is very much my daughter. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Pictures!
Look at all those teeth! Note: girlfriend can bite hard.
And another epically cheesey shot…
So I quickly made my own version in photoshop.
Ah, here’s one for the mantel.
Ok, this may not look like much but she’s looking back at the camera like that because she knows she’s not supposed to stand on the furniture. She’s totally about to stand up right here. She’s like, what’re you going to do about my defiant behavior, buddy? I’m adorable.
I showed my Mom the doctored-DJ Lance version of the ‘shopped Fairy Portrait and she said, “Don’t you have one without anything WEIRD in it?”
These are pictures of your granddaughter. So no I do not, Mother.