This weekend was spent in four ways: photographing two engagement sessions and a newborn session, snuggling my littlest, running and dealing with a 3 year old.
Ezra, oh my sweet Ezra. I can't believe how big you've gotten already. I feel like I could take a thousand pictures of you a day and not capture you well enough. You are the epitome of sweetness.
I'm mildly obsessed with this newborn session and am so thankful that I was able to shoot them. They had a disastrous session with a family friend and reached out to me, after seeing my work for their friends. They are such an adorable couple and their little man slept like a charm.
I had some pain as I finished Thursday's 5 mile run, couldn't run more than 100 yards on Saturday and completely re-threaded my laces on Sunday to be able to check off my 10 mile long run. I felt pretty good and maintained just under 10:00/miles, but as soon as I finished my left foot gave me some excruciating pain. Not sure what's going on, but I'm glad it's my taper week.
Last night was hands down one of the hardest nights of parenting, ever. Isaac had a less than fantastic day, but managed fine enough. Tony had late softball and after I laid Ezra down, Isaac and I enjoyed some downtime, just playing, the two of us. We were playing with his Cars playdoh and then his Cars memory game. It was so picturesque, how nice he was being, completely animated in the stories he was telling me. And then. I announced it was bed time.
It was like he was replaced with an out of control [something]. I do believe he seriously went insane for a few minutes. It took every ounce of my being to not scream at him or spank him with a utensil. Somehow, I managed to avoid both and I eventually won the battle, with a shred of dignity left.
Once he slept, I went in and prayed over him. I felt so close to doing something that would have changed our relationship.
And to think, I thought I was going to write about baby fever today.