hazel and george

If George had his way, his sister would be called Baby Burger; thankfully his parents have known for years that her name would be Hazel. I'm alternating between calling her Baby Fauxhawk and Baby Fuzzhead. I mean, SHE'S SO FUZZY! Alright, I'll try to calm down, but thing is, Kristine is one of my nearest and dearest, and we had our first babies around the same time, and I took photos of George at 2 days old in the hospital, and I'm just SO EXCITED that Hazel is finally here.

But not as excited as George. That boy was born to be a big brother, rocking the same big-bro t-shirt two days in a row, bouncing with excitement, and climbing all over whoever was holding Hazel. Sure he pouted a little during my visits, but only because I asked him to let me take some photos without him in them. I know, I'm so mean. He was right there when she cried, telling her "it's okaaaayyyy" in the sweetest little big brother voice, pressing her little button nose, changing her diaper for the first time like a champ, and proudly holding her on his lap for their first photo as a family of four. If my heart was skipping beats, I can't even imagine what their parents must have been feeling. Their parents. So fun to think my friends finally have the set of siblings they've been dreaming about for years.

xo, PQ