Meet Rome. The day I met Rome was a wonderful day indeed. His mama booked me just a few weeks before she was due, and I could tell from our initial conversations that we were going to get along great. I remember Rome's dad wore an Operation Ivy shirt to the session, and when baby was taking a break to feed, I asked mama: you guys aren't from around here, are you? I myself am from Los Angeles, born and bred, and have only been in Orange County for the last decade (ok now I feel old). They seemed a lot more like LA people to me. I was right about them not being from here - they were from Las Vegas!
I learned over the course of his 8 hour session that we had lots in common. I was in the second trimester of being pregnant with my own 2nd child, also a boy. I am proud to say this whole family are some of my greatest friends today.
What was that about an 8 hour session? Yeah, this guy had the willpower of a 2 year old. Wasn't terribly fussy or anything....just didn't want to sleep. Didn't want to pose. This would definitely not be a typical length for a newborn session - to date it was the longest session I have ever done, by double. But his parents were ready to steamroll through and I thought for sure little Rome had to give in at some point. Nope. He sure did not. But we managed to get beautiful poses in fits and spurts :)
At one point during his session, when we were already far past a normal lunch hour and everyone was starving, Rome's dad offered to go on a Taco Bell run and get us all some food. Clients' husbands do this pretty often, but I always decline the food. This was the first and only time I accepted it. I don't know if I've ever had a more delicious Chalupa supreme. Thank goodness for reinforcements to get us through!