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Newborn Pictures

I have never been a fan of those cheesy newborn pictures but I am quickly appreciating the fact that it was likely the cloud of infertility and the fact that I had never had a child that made me laugh every time I saw a picture of baby feet with wedding bands on them.  I mean... really.  Then I met my daughter and I won't even apologize; she has made me into a sentimental basket case.  I'm already thinking about holidays and traditions and forcing myself to savor and remember every moment with her as an infant because I know all too well that I am going to blink and be sending her off to college.  Or at least kindergarten.

I enlisted the help of an outstanding up and coming photographer, Cecil Ramirez, from Chicago whom I had had the pleasure of working with at work.  I had been following his work on Facebook and wanted to capture the first days of Charlotte being home with us and asked him to come into our home to take some candid shots of our little family unit.  What he delivered blew my mind and brought me to tears (especially that shot of the baby feet with the wedding rings).  His work is wonderful, his work ethic is outstanding (turn around of just 4 days for edited proofs and prints), and his attitude is gracious -- and his price?  Totally reasonable.  I highly recommend Cecil Ramirez to anyone who is looking for a more candid photo opportunity.  His website is currently under reconstruction, but when it's up and running, I'll add it as an edit to this post.

I present to you our family... and the newest (and obviously cutest) Green Bay Packers fan!






Gahhhh!  Cue the weepy hormonal tears!!!

This is our season!  Pack Attack!

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  1. Love these!!! She is such a doll!! This reminds me I still need to post Noah's newborn pics haha

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