Dear Anne Geddes,
I’m conflicted as to whether I should love you or resent you. But I’m pretty sure that I respect you.
How on earth do you do it? How have you made a name for yourself by making infants look peaceful and snuggly and precious and other-worldly? How do you make them look like whimsical bugs and flowers? At least, how do you do it and not wind up covered in poo, pee and sweat?
Or are you covered?
Because I gave it a shot. I was inspired by an adorable monster hat gifted to us by our friends, the Iveys.
I read that babies need to be very warm for photo shoots. Our house must have been 80 degrees. Sweltering. Even though I was convinced that I had timed my son’s feeding and diaper changing perfectly, that – in fact – was not so. Before even getting him posed, I had become the target of two rounds of streaming pee and one incredible fountain of poo. Now, I’m not sure how poo gets to be projectile, but projectile it was.
So there I was, dripping in sweat, half stripped of clothing myself and baby wiped from neck to torso. My husband wanted to give up and begin another day, but I pressed on (assuming that I’d have to undergo more rounds of resistance if I started all over).
For all of my efforts, we got ONE decent shot. ONE. The last one. Personally, I think my son, Bennett, looks adorable (and all the hard work was totally worth it)! But now I’m just so curious as to how many messes you’ve endured to be the superstar that you are. Before my own little stint, I had never given your “behind the scenes” a single thought.
So what’s the deal, Anne? What’s your reality behind all of those angelic shots?