As I write this I imagine Baby Theo is at home, but not the home pictured here. I photographed him at just a few days old and just few days from when his parents would finish packing up their first home and move to a new city, a new job, a new reality as a sweet little family. Theo was born at the end of one chapter in his doctor mom’s life and so I felt compelled to sit a little longer than usual and enjoy the specific awesomeness of their soon-to-be-old house made all the more special by the presence of tiny, adorable, big-cheeked, silky-haired Theo. Mom & Dad apologized for the boxes and lack of a nursery but really, it didn’t matter. Theo’s space is made whole by the things that go with him no matter where he is – the sounds from dad’s guitar (which he plays liberally and well) and the warmth of his mom’s arms. I was impressed by the easy laughter that he will grow up with and the art that will surround him (his grandfather is a clay artist and his great-grandfather a wood worker). I don’t usually put babies in pots or on top of wooden chests but when they are thoughtfully and deftly made by family, I feel like it is something of a necessity. I love the light and the way it kisses Theo’s cheeks in these images, how his relaxed little body tells the story of how safe and warm and content he is, how much his mom and dad clearly love one another. While I hope Theo’s new home is unpacked and everyone is getting settled nicely, I am happy to hang out here with this moment in time and just simmer awhile. It’s nice here, don’t you think?