Welcome to the brand spankin' new Worthington Photography Blog! We are Sam and Mel, a husband-wife photography team based in the "rivah city" of Richmond, Virginia. We hope you'll come on in, sit a spell, and browse through Mel's journal of our most recent shoots and adventures. If you wish to reminisce, you can still access posts from our old blog here. Enjoy!

Halloween ’11

November 1st, 2011

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NO.

That was the response every time we pulled out his costume over the past week.  As a last ditch effort, I took him to the firehouse down the street Halloween morning to show him the uniforms that hung on the wall of the house and talk about how firemen can’t fight fires in their PJs.  A fireman spotted us and opened the door.  Immediately Fiver was smitten by this man and went full cherub on him (i.e. big eyes, round face, perfectly pursed lips, polite nods).  “Do you want to see my fire jacket?”, the fireman asked.  “Do we?  Indeed!” I replied (Fiver nodded).  “You know, firemen…”, he began.  “Poop on the potty?!”, my son interjected with great hope, reaching for a common thread between himself and this amazing man in uniform.  (Well, 85% of the time anyway.)  “Um, yes, we do”, the fireman recovered.  He showed us his uniform and Fiver promised he would wear his for trick or treating.

Then, the golden hour of trick or treating was near.  Out came the costume….

NO.

So what do you do as a parent?  You want them to experience something really cool and you know its only scary because its new.  But you don’t want to traumatize your kid by hammering your own values of fun onto them either.  So here’s what you do.  You bribe them.  “Let’s practice trick-or-treating”, said Sam as he handed out a piece of candy to Wonder Woman (aka Merit) and a giraffe (aka Cadence) when given the correct prompt.

You wonder, sometimes, how you measure up in the game of parenting and out of nowhere your kid announces the score.  When Sam turned to our son and said, “Now what do you have to say to get the piece of candy?”,

He said, “Please.”

Needless to say, that one piece of candy pushed him in the right direction.  We never got the suspender pants on him but he couldn’t be bothered, he couldn’t get his boots and jacket on fast enough.  And he did get the hang of saying, “Trick or Treat” pretty quickly.  And for one hour of one evening anyway, we turned the lens on our life.  Hope yours was just as happy a Halloween…

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Posted by Mel @ 7:35 pm, in Personal, Wee Ones | Comments Off | Permalink

Bath Time, Chez Worthington

June 28th, 2011

Who rocks the bathtub like my boy?  Nobody, that’s who.  If you haven’t given yourself a soap-hawk in the shower lately, we highly recommend reconnecting with your inner rock star….

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The Gift

May 10th, 2011

I believe that once you hit a certain age which remains nameless, you have earned week long personal holidays.  So your birthday becomes your birth week.  And by the transitive property, Mother’s Day is actually Mother’s Week. Which means that I am not actually late in wishing all my amazing momma clients, friends and family out there a Happy Mother’s Day.  See how I roll?

While these photos weren’t taken on Mother’s Day, I thought I would share them in honor of the day because Sam documented the very first gift I ever received from my son.  We were hanging out at the water front in New Orleans on a lazy afternoon, watching the ships come in when Fiver picked a dandelion and handed it to me.  When he saw how happy it made me it became a game of running, picking, and laughing, all while managing to cling on to his apple as he procured and delivered gifts.  I was so puffed up, watching me son experience joy from the act of giving for the first time.  It was a giant leap for my man cub and I’m so happy that Sam had a camera handy and took the time to document it for me.

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As for my gift, the dandelions made their way into a book and traveled home with us where they were pressed and dryed and now live in a special drawer in my jewelry box along side Arbus’ puppy teeth and other sentimental relics of ordinary days.   May all you mommas have a special drawer where you tuck away the treasured gifts, no matter how mundane, as a reminder that every sacrifice you make to create the best life for your children pays off many fold.  Mommas… here’s to you.

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Beautiful Erin… and Beautiful Charlie

February 4th, 2011

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As I walked to my chair to sit down and write this post, I felt the familiar crush of a Cheerio beneath my shoe, called the dog to come clean it up and wondered how on earth we got our closest friends to follow us into this beautiful mess.  We haven’t exactly made it look easy, our entry into parenthood was less than graceful and its the people closest to us that have born the brunt of our complaints about lack of sleep, freedom and privacy in the bathroom.   They have ignored moody outbursts while stepping over mine fields of toys to access a fridge with sticky handles, turning a blind eye to the dirty diaper sitting on a piece of furniture that somehow never made it to the pail.  But I guess they have also watched us glow, laugh, cuddle, sing, smile, rock and coo while getting stupidly excited about the small things in life, like the way my son says, “belly button”.  I guess that these are the impressions that stuck since one by one, ready or not, our favorite DINKs (dual income, no kids) are dropping like flies.

Enter Dan and Erin who rented an apartment from us while relocating from New Orleans to Richmond after Katrina.  They were the Ricardos (young, riotous and shenanigan prone) and we were the Mertzs (a little older, a little grumpier, equally shenanigan prone) and life as we knew it in Richmond hasn’t been the same since they came.  Many years, travels, life changes and shenanigans later, we are family.  We were so happy when they announced that they would be joining us in the beautiful mess.

If you read my post on Olivia’s belly portraits this past summer, you already know that I arrived at their house with my equipment, some excitement and quite a bit of dread.  Taking pictures of people I love is always infinitely harder than photographing people I have just met for reasons I haven’t entirely figured out.  The sun was not cooperating as the sky continued to darken and threaten rain… so much for good light.  Poor Dan had been up all night working and fell asleep in the nursery during a costume change!   Erin was every bit as nervous as I was and its probably good that photos can’t reveal the occasional irreverent conversation amidst our chatter.  Mostly we talked momma stuff and despite the awkwardness, it was nice to get Erin to myself for a little while without the men folk or the ankle biter.  The house was quiet and dark and warm like a favorite cup of tea.  She and I weren’t nearly as quiet as the photos look but if they feel pensive, that was real.

If there’s something I really like about belly portraits and first time mommas, its the quiet before the storm.  Pregnant women in their final trimester, if left to their devices, are a flurry of nesting activity, whirling dervishes of laundry and preparation.  So its nice to press the pause button and allow the calm, confidence and readiness to rise to the surface: which is exactly what I see in these photos of Erin.

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Even Sienna Brulee is ready.  Reluctant maybe, but ready…

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Erin and Dan welcomed Charleton Fisher O’Regan to the world a week ago yesterday and are doing fantastic together.  Dan is already a master swaddler, as we got to see during a brief hospital visit the day after Charlie was born.  Welcome to the world, sweet Charlie.  D&E, welcome to the Beautiful Mess.  And to all three of you, welcome home.

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