Over six years ago, the big brother photographed here was a tiny, three-day-old, newborn baby who slept and slept and slept and gave me the nicest possible introduction into newborn portraits.  A few months ago, I confessed to his mother that he had been the first solo newborn babe I had ever photographed.  She was stunned, ha!  I guess I did a good job 🙂

How special it was to come back to the cozy little Galt home where they started their family six years ago to photograph their new tiny son.  Just a week old and he gave me almost as easy of a time as his brother did.

I love doing these newborn sessions on black, mimicking how these tiny babies were carried inside of their mothers tummies for nine months.  For this little guy, the position he naturally folded into when I curled him up on the background was the position he held in the womb.

I love pulling out my macro lens and taking a few photographs that show the tiny features of a new baby.  They stay that little for so short a time.

His little chicken hands just made me laugh.  How cute is that little hand pose!

I’m not one for props as I much prefer to capture more natural portraits of newborns, but when a baby is born a fortnight before Christmas (yes, I’m that far behind on blogging), what else is a photographer supposed to do with him except stuff him into a stocking and top him with a Christmas hat.

The darling hat was made for him by his midwives.

At this session, both Mom and I wanted to try to replicate some of the portraits we had done at the older son’s newborn session.  I think we were successful because even I can’t tell who is who in this side-by-side with Mom, and I took the photos!  Hopefully Mom can tell. 😉

And here’s Dad with Big Brother on the right and Little Brother on the left.

And finishing this blog post on a nostalgic note, here’s Big Brother at three days old . . .

. . . and six years old.  Yikes!  I’m sure I’m channeling Mom’s thoughts as I say “Stop growing, Z!”  Such a sweet kid he’s become!