“I’m a baby bear, you’re a momma bear, and Papa’s a papa bear,” says Iris.
“And what is the baby?” I ask.
“He’s an alligator,” says Iris, without hesitation.
We named him Akiva.
“I’m a baby bear, you’re a momma bear, and Papa’s a papa bear,” says Iris.
“And what is the baby?” I ask.
“He’s an alligator,” says Iris, without hesitation.
We named him Akiva.
One of my favorite photo series with Iris was during last year’s strawberry season:
Le Conte de la Princesse de Fraise
The light was so golden that morning.
This year, I am so busy. I am unable to plan for golden hour.
I plopped Iris in the shade when I had a moment with just her and the camera.
How my little girl has grown!
We set up the pool.
As soon as the water was a couple inches deep, Iris said, “I want to go fimming! I want to go fimming!”
Her big plan is to have a pool party and invite all her friends and put the pool on wheels and push it around the block.
I think she spent too long watching the neighbor’s pool party.
The waterΒ was pretty cold.
I use eight-inch forceps to stuff wool into the arms and bodies of my dolls.
Iris borrowsΒ my forceps to stuff wool into her socks.
“I’m making arms,” she says.