Okay, listen. I’ll admit it: I’ve been known to use the word delicious on more than one occasion when describing a baby. Or yummy, or edible. Scrumptious, even. And I’ve nibbled on more than my fair share of baby thighs, especially now that I have a pair crawling around my own home. Given how much I love eating good food, one should really consider it a compliment of the highest order if I comment on the delectable quality of your baby’s rolls. Besides, can’t you see how it might be easy to develop a bit of a baby addiction problem when you’re photographing these soft, squishy, beautiful little creatures day in and day out?
Case in point: sweet baby Clara. I just can’t get over her little rosebud lips, her pensive black eyes, or her gently arched eyebrows. Not to mention the perfection that’s happening with those little hand-knit bloomers in soft pink and white. Is it any wonder, really, how I’ve gotten here? She is just so…darling — but, no — that’s not quite right…
SHE IS DELICIOUS.
The end. xo
