A few weeks before Valentine's Day I had what I thought was a genius idea: dress James as Cupid. Yes, James would hate me as a teenager - especially when a girl could come by and (horrors!) see evidence of Mom's craziness hanging in the house - but for now since he can't protest, I could have my fun. I found a store that carried a Cupid's bow and arrow, and while I was there I also saw angel wings, which I wasn't initially planning to get. Then I found out they also rented prettier feather wings for the same price. And thus I became the crazy mom who actually rented Cupid wings for her son just to take some pictures.
Back in August, Mark and I were eating at one of our favorite restaurants with the babies, when a man approached us and said he'd be interested in taking pictures of the twins. I know this sounds like a good pedophile pick-up line, but he showed us poster size blown up prints of photos he'd taken of his granddaughters, and the owner had also used him to take photos for the menu. He was an amateur photographer with really good equipment and was interested in shooting babies for the first time. I finally got around to e-mailing him at the end of January and found he'd be happy to come by the next day to take pictures. (Note: too much enthusiasm is also a bad sign of a potential pedophile. My mom asked how she would recognize him if he came to the door, and I told her if he looked like a pedophile to let him in.) He set up five big lights in the nursery and took photos of the twins in regular clothes and also their Valentine's Day outfits. We also took our own photos of the babies in their Valentine's Day garb. (Photos 1, 4, and 5 were taken by the photographer.)
James is clearly thrilled to be Cupid.
Julia gets in position for her 100 meter sprint.
We are cleared for take-off.