I met Deena Hofstad in February when she came to Bolt for the Proper Pillow class I was teaching. She must have really liked that pillow, because she emailed a few days later and offered to do some family pictures with us-- no strings. If we liked them, we could tell our friends. Family pictures?! Save a photo we self-timered right after Manny came home, we are severely lacking in that department. I hesitated because as much as a framed up showcase of her grandchildren would make Grammie cry, the whole deal made me a little nervous. The people I live with are unpredictable and frankly, I have high expectations for everyone involved. (Clearly, I can also be very lame.)
She was fantastic. Manny was wholly uncooperative and in the end had one of the biggest diaper blowouts in the history of blowouts (we're talking armpits, People). Augie kept trying to art direct by yelling her name and giving her directions. Sam was intent on posing in such a way, I could have sworn he was trying to give those Realtors and their park benches a run for their money. Deena just kept laughing and shooting and was completely chill about the whole thing. We left the park and Sam said something about how he thought it was going to be family pictures, but he didn't know it was going to be a cool adventure. Whatever, Mr. Senior Picture Portrait, you look too grown up: Please Stop Growing.
She is a keeper. Thanks Deena, we are totally telling our friends. You are going to make more than one Grandma misty-eyed. Thank you, too, for not looking totally uncomfortable when Manny climbed on your back and tried to ride you like a pony while you maintained a steady camera hand. Portland is lucky to have you. (More pics and info on her site and blog.)