Happy Friday!
This. THIS.
Yes.
No words needed. We’re in love with this session and its family. We feel blessed.
xo. Kim + Tamara.
































































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Driving out to this couple’s country property was probably one of my favourite mini-road trips in recent memory. Gorgeous sun shiny day, sunroof open, satellite radio of 80s/90s goodness cranked loud to Spinal Tap proportions…
I was excited to get there, though. No drive could replace some face time with this hilarious pair! Having not photographed these incredible two since just before their wedding, it was such a treat to help celebrate this awesome new chapter in their familyhood. Could they be any more in love? Could her laugh be any more adorable? And could their deep purple door be any more welcoming? It was a happy way to spend the final sunlight hours of the day.
We’ll chat more once this little babe makes their fine entrance, but for now, here are Nada + Matt awaiting baby…
Because we’re huggers,
oo – Tamara + Kim



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Erik + Joyce [first seen here! + here!] are waiting on their new home being constructed. Which, in a lot of ways, is like a pregnancy all its own, no? You’ve got the construction phase. Delivery. And for the first year after you move into your new build, you’re dealing with construction repairs — which, in a pie in the sky way, is much like the rapid growth + development of a freshly born babe.
Okay, that was a long shot.
But it’s certain to say there’s much growth + change in 2012 for this new family of three.
We always want to share with you a bit of the behind the scenes of each session. For this one, we could tell you about the endless supply of good eats they kept on hand. How Kim couldn’t decide which pastry to have + the hilarious Gemini rationalization over a donut flavour that ensued. [She's seriously hilarious.] The doting grandparents. Erik’s resolve to become a ‘professional dad’ or Joyce’s stylish way of making everything ‘just so.’
But the real treat for us during all three sessions has been the connection. Watching the way they admire each other, care for + make laugh. Watching each take a moment to collect their emotions based on something sweet the other had done. Seeing that out of this world connection to their new baby when really, everyone had just technically met.
There’s no way to really explain it without getting all gush-tastic. It’s the stuff that could rob street cred from under your feet yet sell mountains of greeting cards all at once. But this couple. This family. This love. It inspired, + that’s a fact. Kim + I can only do so much, that, everyone knows. You can’t put a smile on a face when there’s no smile in the heart. You can’t take from a client to put into an image something they’re not willing to share. We’re so lucky to have our clients inherently know this + play along. Erik + Joyce have been no exception, + we thank them implicitly.
There are a few common things newborn photographers talk about. We don’t do a lot of it but, this one topic, we’re all over. The honour of these sessions. That they’re an honour to capture. An honour to be a part of. And an honour to provide.
This is the hands-down truth of the matter. We treat newborn photography like wedding photography. It’s a milestone like none other + the timing is tight. We’re so appreciative of the trust + dedication our family of clients instil in us for this special time in their familyhood. While we have an a lot of fun together + with the families, at the end of the day it’s not something we take lightly.
So back to Joyce + Erik + baby Nathaniel. Thank you. It has been a lot of fun, a lot of cuteness + mostly, a lot of honour.
Because we’re huggers,
oo – Tamara + Kim
































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nom nom nom : )
Have you ever seen a baby have so much fun eating?!
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara





























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I’d love to introduce you to a handful of my littlest loves, Sarah, Ben, Josh + Maggie. Sarah just turned 8. So that makes Ben nearly 7. And the twins just saw their third birthday this past winter. This all runs off the top of my head as I keep track best I can. The years blur but the giggles never change.
I’m so blessed to have ten small fries like these in my life, nieces + nephews who make my heart skip a beat each + every time I see them. Four of them hail from the same homestead. Sarah down there, she started it all — she loves to tell jokes, embrace all things silly + fun, choreograph dances in the living room for after-dinner shows + is saving up for a shopping spree at the American Girl store this summer on her very first trip to New York City. Ben’s an organized dude. He likes to keep his toys on the up + up, between super heroes, mechanic built from scratch + other collectable things I’m far too un-young + un-boy to fully comprehend, + set them up into still life settings to take their picture.
The twins? They were born the same weekend I found out I was expecting my own daughter, Isla. Considering I stood in the hallway outside the maternity ward commenting I was a long way off that stage of my own only to find out the next day I… er, wasn’t, I’m still convinced hospitals are contagious for more than just the flu : ) Maggie has a loyalty to her that defies definition; a sweetheart to her stuffed animals + anything soft, her hugs + snugs make the world go ’round more than I think she’ll ever know. And Josh! You should see this kidlit dance, work an iPod, play an instrument, you name it. His musicality is out. Of. This. World. So cool.
They’re all going to do some pretty incredible things, I can just tell.
So, yes. While the other six will get posts another day, here are four of ten nieces + nephs. On a Sunday afternoon when you’ve got a brother- + sister-in-law who insist “there’s nothing left to do” in the kitchen + a bit of time before dinner hits the table.
This is me lovin’ my loves.
Because I’m a hugger -
oo – Tamara









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There was one day during my pregnancy where I decided absolutely, unequivocally + without further delay I neeeeeeeeded a yoga ball.
I had had one from my old PR days with one of my favourite yoga brands but I felt, rather irrationally, I should get a larger one. One I could bounce on during labour, roll my back on during the 4am summersault parade she would do… I *think* I kept pretty level headed those months but, on this topic, I just needed one, okay?! : )
But this day I transformed the need from a want, it was pouring rain. And we were downtown for something. Traffic was frantic, to put it mildly. And parking was … sparse, to put it mildly. As we waited for what seemed like forever to nab a spot near the sporting goods store, the rain pelting the windscreen like water balloons on a hot summer’s day, Isla did her signature slow, dramatic, cause-for-pause twirl.
Seriously. If there were Olympics for babies, it would have been 9.6′s all around.
It was here I tried to liken the feeling of a baby twirling, kicking, stretching + hiccuping to my husband with a series of strange, totally random analogies he might get a sense from. I think there was talk of a marshmallow bouncing off an elbow or even swallowing a grape the “wrong way”… I don’t know. What I do know, however, is that they didn’t work + my husband may or may not have gone to sleep that night thinking I’m a little weirder than he already knew.
I guess the truth is you can’t really explain how it feels from the inside. He’d only ever get to know her movements from hand-to-belly. Which is why ‘baby’s very first day’ sessions make me hands-down, without fail get goosebumps + tear up just a lil’ each + every darn time. Yes, it’s about baby’s incredible arrival. Their very first day of life as they’ll forever know it! That’s pretty amazing. Yes, it’s about the mamas meeting the little one who has heard their heart beat from the inside. Also pretty amazing.
But it’s about the partners, who finally get to hold their new arrival + make such important acquaintance. All of a sudden, months + months of bonding is caught up + the whole process of becoming a parent just seems to become oh-so-incredibly real. Pretty amazing.
How awesome are these new parents?! Love. We first saw part of their maternity session here + now we meet baby Nathaniel in the hospital, just less than 12 hours after his quick arrival. In fact, his due date isn’t even until today! So take a peek below because he’s a treat for the eyes. We’ll be doing their in-home newborn session this coming week but for now, here’s baby boy’s very first day. Ever. : )
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara



















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It was funny standing in this gorgeous mama’s kitchen + seeing a freshly baked bundle of doughy scones. These British tea cakes used to fill my weekends, served up by the dozens in my family’s Scottish tea room, of which we ran for more than thirty years. I hadn’t had one since we closed Pause Awhile more than five years ago now — my grandma used to stay up until 3am hand baking batches of them but now prefers a flour-less retirement and really, after three decades, who can blame her : )
But one glance at this pack + I could taste them. Remember smelling them baking in the oven while I chatted with my (now passed) grandfather at the front table. Feel them as I plated them alongside three tiny glass dishes of jam, cream + curled butter. Way back play back in the most random of spots, I tell you! For a minute, I was home.
Well, for longer than a minute, really. Gillian’s house feels of home from the second you walk in. This remodel downtown Toronto home reflects her easy going, lively, stylish nature to a ‘t’ + we thank her for having us! And on baby Tristan, there aren’t enough words to describe the cute — just peek for yourselves : ) He even arrived sporting his proud dad’s stylin’ hair-do!
But first, a few snaps from her maternity session — this blogging, I tell you — it’s coming along slowly…
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara




























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There’s some industry ‘tip’ I read which said never to blog on a Friday night.
But 2012 is about breaking rules so… ta-da!
The truth of the matter is I just can’t keep these to myself for a day longer.
And the heart of the matter is these images are all heart themselves.
So I’m going to sign off with few words tonight + instead summon my inner Friday night radio jockey alter-ego to say
“this one goes out to all the lovers out there…”
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara
























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Rio‘s a pretty cute little film, I will say. Its one-liners delivered by the likes of Wanda Sykes et al almost more for the adults than the kids, as many of these animation flicks tend to be. It was playing in the background while we worked with care, tucked close to the window, + I’d be fibbing if I said we six adults didn’t let a giggle or two escape
Maddyn didn’t make it very far in, however; the morning’s excitement of bed jumping + blanket peek-a-boo — or even, gosh, the *week’s* excitement, getting a new baby sister n’ all — was enough for him to switch busy gears + fall into a little nap curled up with his grandma on the couch.
He wasn’t missing much. It was a day just *made* for movies + couch cuddles. While spring had just started to tease the week of baby Naliya’s photography debut, that day in particular the heavens weren’t shy about sending mixed messages our way. Between juicy raindrops the size of pennies + a cloud ceiling the thickness of molasses, this sweet little girl + her equally endearing brother were to be their own bright selves, Mama Nature not lending a hand one iota! We can’t complain, though. Having had the fun of photographing this gorgeous family twice before, this was the first time we’ve been at odds with the sun — not a bad ratio, in our books.
Kim + I went for our ritual post-session sushi lunch after, talking the whole way in about the sweetness that is two babes under the age of two. So many cuddles to be had, so much learning + growing yet to be done… To say we’re so happy for them would be an understatement – this is a family of love + togetherness, + it was a treat to see the dynamic multiplied …
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara




























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This little boy’s session took place on a day when the sun had just newly started to shine again, a sure sign spring was around the corner. Unfortunately, the entire street’s recycling bins were *also* around the corner thanks to high speed winds causing nothing short of a blue bin regatta. Picture if you will a windswept Kimberly + myself at once loading our supplies into this gorgeous contemporary classic home all the while trying not only to wrangle the odd bin in our path back to a driveway, but be courteous enough to try + match the correct bin to the correct house number.
Don’t fret – we *scrubbed* our hands *immediately* following. But, hey. We’re nothing if not helpful!
It wasn’t until we left Kim made mention one of the neighbouring homes’ wayward bins had faintly scratched the front of my brand new, less-than-a-month-old car. Her former insurance industry maven self has hawk eyes for these sorts of things + rightfully so, waited until after I was out of my groove to break the frustrating news.
Or was it? Truthfully, I was relieved in the end. I had been driving this thing with kid-gloves + a nervous tummy since pick-up. That first dent — no matter how small — is always the worst. Once it’s over with, it’s like you’re free to relax + regain perspective that, yes, it’s just a car. A hunk o’ metal. And, so long as you haven’t injured anything with said dents, all is fine + well.
(I should mention here that, in my 13+ years of driving, I’m not a denter.)
But it’s odd how newborns can be much like new cars. After spending the morning with sweet, sweet Simon, gently pulling away onesies + diapers to reveal fresh skin + soft, still-forming bones, only to go home later that day to a busy 2.5 year old toddler jumping from the third-to-last stair + tripping over her own feet while decked out in dress-up heels… It just all made sense all over again. Kids will be kids. And, so long as they haven’t injured anything, all is fine + well.
It won’t be any less relieving when Simon has his first bump or tumble but, with time, the angst of it will ease. Look at me, getting wayyyyy ahead of these brand new parents on them! I mean, they’re less than one month in – the most damage he could do is to scratch himself in a long, drawn-out yawn/stretch combo! But it’s just one of those things on the brain. That kids will be kids. That they start so tiny + small. That they grow with the purpose of exploring + testing limits on their strength + balance.
But that, so long as they haven’t injured anything, all is fine + well
Because I’m a hugger,
oo – Tamara




































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