Conner doesn’t even know it, but he’s already got quite a history with us here. I’ve been photographing him since he was just a peanut… or a jelly bean… or a (choose your own small-ish shapely food to insert here). And here. And here. Needless to say, by the time he’s two, he’s going to think I’m just a strange aunt who comes around every so often and makes goofy faces at him. And that’s okay with me.
I love this picture. There’s just something about a daddy with little boys.
Now THIS is a photo that screams out for a caption. Any ideas?
Hang in there sweet Conner. Crazy Aunt Whitney will be coming around again soon. : )