If you thought his sister was magazine cover worthy, check out little man. You’ll want to squeeze his squishyness.
Told you.
xo
Christi
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Category Archives: Babies
You haven’t experienced an album until you experience a Dream album. This is a fact.
Your images should be displayed, whether that is in the form of an album, framed prints or a gallery wrapped canvas. The choice is up to you, but please, my friends. Pleeeeaaase. For the love of Peter, don’t let your digital images just sit on the CD, collecting dust.
Pshaw. Tsk-tsk, my friend Jackie would say.
Print them. Display them. Show them off. Be proud of them. I want you to look at your images every. single. day. And have your heart feel happy.
Over the past 5 years, I have tried many different album companies (5?… 6?), and the Dream Album Company, in my humble opinion, is the absolute best. When the UPS man knocks on my door, it’s like Christmas every time.
Here’s a recent 9×9 album that I designed for a client. You’ll want to touch it.
The dense, 2 mm thick archival fuji pages are handcrafted from artisan Japanese paper. It’s not your typical album. At all. Have a looksie…
The albums are so beautiful and unique (I feel a wee bit like a car salesman, and if you know me, you know that I am so not salesman-like). They truly are beautiful. Each is a work of art. I wish you could reach through the screen and touch the quality. I love these albums. Can ya tell? Yes? Yes.
The cover is waterproof and so durable. And I don’t know how they do it, but it doesn’t attract fingerprints (and I have a lot of little fingerprinting fingers up in here).
The seamless binding allows the album to open flat into one big spread. Here are a few 2-page spreads from the same album.
Can you picture it? The album is open and lying flat here, and I’m shooting from above. Got me? Good.
The Dream Album shows off your photos with such impact and impeccability (here I go again, all salesman-like). I am proud to offer these albums in three different sizes: 6×6, 9×9 and 12×12. One day, I’ll have one for each of my 3 kids. One day. When I hire a full time nanny, a cleaning lady and I sit around and eat bon bons all day.
xo
Christi
P.S. Want to see them in person? Here’s how it works: I come to your house. We do a photo session (a.k.a. family snuggle-fest, tickle-me-silly party, bed-jumping extravaganza). I digitally edit and perfect each photo for your viewing presentation. I come back to your house. I bring with me samples of albums. You ooooh and ahhhhh and tell me that I was right about the Dream albums [wink, wink]. You can be in your jammies, with your feet up, enjoying a nice glass of red. Sounds pretty great, huh? It is. Want to read more about what a photo session is like? Click here.
P. P. S. Thanks for the well wishes the other day. Baby’s stomach bug is gone and all is well. He’s back to crawling all over this place and getting into everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. Saddest moment of the day ——> when he crawled up, and got stuck under the end table for the 14th time. Tears. And anger. What Mom doesn’t rescue her baby right away, but laughs and snaps a photo? I couldn’t help myself.
My baby boy has his first stomach bug. Pitiful. Is there anything worse than when your babies are sick?
Let’s hope that the worst is over. And that nobody else gets bit by that nasty bug.
He looks pretty happy though, doesn’t he? A bath makes everything better (I will promptly light some candles, grab my Kindle and sink into one when this day is over. Believe that.).
xo
Christi
P.S. Btw, how is he 9 months already? I have no idea.
P.P.S. Thinking of buying either Fifty Shades of Grey or Catching Fire for my Kindle. Recommendations anyone?
2 things I would like to say:
1) Why is it that I always, ALWAYS wait until the last minute to pack for a trip. T minus 4 hours until we leave this sleepy little town and head for San Diego. And I haven’t packed yet. Someone come save me from myself. I annoy myself to no end when I do this.
2) All 3 of my babies are paci-babies. They love(d) their pacis. Pacis were their BFFs. We would call out “paci, paci, paaaaaaaaci!” in the house when they were lost. 2 year old little diaper bottoms, hunting for their pacis. Paaaaaaaci! I can still hear Mac yelling for his. But if someone would have told me that I could have had this?
I would have never given a paci to any of them.
Oh my.
He makes me melt right into a puddle.
xoxo
Christi
We hunted for acorns.
We searched for “special” “secret” red leaves.
We played hide and seek.
We did cartwheels (well, she did. I cheered her on).
We played Simon says.
We sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in our loudest voices.
We counted to 15 in Spanish.
We played eeny meeny miny moe to find the perfect dress to wear (there were at least 15 that we eeny meenied all the way down to the ONE).
We lined up animals and yelled out “MATCH!” when we found a matching pair.
We did much that day. And I loved every minute. Ella, love. You’re such a little gem. And I love every little thing that makes up little you.
xo
Christi
I die.
I want to cover him with smooches.
xo
Christi
P.S. Up next on the bloggity: Just wait until you see fun I had with Ella. Ella is fabulous in my book. I think you’ll agree.
