Baby Finley is growing up!

Last Friday, I grabbed the 7:00am shuttle to Atlanta, and from there, I hopped on a plane to Richmond, VA for my annual trip to see Baby Finley :) My foot is still healing (and not healing quickly, since I have done a terrible job at resting it!), so I packed light, and walked slowly.

Upon arriving in Richmond, I was met at the door by Spring. I hadn’t had the opportunity to see it yet here in Chattanooga, but it was ready to great me in Virginia! I hopped in a taxi, and headed off to see Yancey, Steve, and Baby Finley (and Lucy, of course!).

Finley is a completely different child from the last time I saw her… I was last in Richmond just over a year ago, and at that time Finley was definitely still just a baby… now she is all grown up! She is completely adorable, full of personality, and crazy about her parents! I spent about 2 and a half hours with the family, and hopefully captured enough images to get them through until the next time I can get to Richmond!

Doesn’t this smile absolutely make your day?

Baby Finley really loves Lucy… and Lucy really loves when Finley has been drinking apple juice ;) It works out perfectly.

Does this face say “Help” to you? Poor poor Lucy… so much love…

I really love capturing portraits at unexpected moments… Finley was playing beautifully on her piano, and she turned and started singing to me (in a completely alien language, by the way) and the light and her expressions all came together into an awesome portrait.

After piano time was over, Finley decided she would like to read to herself. No, she didn’t want her mother to read to her… No, she didn’t need help. It was during this series that I got a taste of Finley’s “other” moods, and her hysterical independence!


This is the “I don’t really like what you are saying to me, Mom” face. It was everything I could do not to giggle out loud at this one :)

A change of scenery was in order, so off to the master bedroom we went. This is where Baby Finley and her parents “build houses”… but today, Finley wasn’t having any help with her house building :) She did grant me with that spectacular smile again, though!

And then her Daddy came home… this face, accompanied by squeals of absolute delight, were what greeted him as he came through the door. How awesome to have someone that excited to see you!

All sorts of roughhousing ensued… that’s what Dads are best at!

Then it was time for a snack and a movie… Apparently Finley was starved :)

The movie watching involved many shouts of “Abu, Abu!” and “MEEEEAN Bird.” Can you guess what they might have been watching? It was really fun to watch Finley identify certain portions of the movie… she made it very clear what the important parts were.

I’m such a geek… I love watching parents watch their kids. I’m not sure why, but it always seems so powerful. Finley has no idea just how safe she is… just how much they are paying attention.

See! Dads = roughhousing!

And Moms = snuggling :)

Occasionally, Dad can have a snuggle as well…

A bit more book reading… this time mom got to read one… but then Finley took over again :)

A quick lashes shot… (she has amazing ones!) and our day was done!

Yancey and Steve, thanks so much for having me back in your home! I cannot wait to come to Richmond and see you guys again. I am terrified to think how much Finley will have changed when I see her next… She’s wonderful :)

Enjoy your slideshow!

-amber

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Jennifer Chaney - Oh Amber… Your work is consistently fantastic. I dream of being you some day. :) Your ability to tell a story with images is genius. Lovely. Just lovely.

Abra Michelle - These are GREAT! As usual. I love how you capture each child’s spirit. It’s truly wonderful.

Ian - These are super cute!

finley… not a baby anymore! » the lifestyle baby photographer - [...] to Richmond… and during those trips, I’ve really come to love this family! When I saw Baby Finley last year… she had grown up (a lot!), but she definitely still seemed like a baby. This year, well, this year, she [...]

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