A few months ago, my friend Amyrose and her son Evan came over to play and have some photographs taken together.  Sounds of laughter and the pitter patter of his fast feet filled our New York City apartment and it immediately made me miss my nieces and nephews back in California.  Sophie, our petrified little puppy was a little alarmed (I know, shocking news for those of you that have met her) at having a small person running about in her space, but she soon learned that having a little person around had its advantages.  She loved chasing Evan and jumping up on him as he stuffed apples with peanut butter into his mouth, hoping she might have more luck with him than she would with her Mom.  (She was not mistaken.)  But, really, I can’t blame her, I mean, after all, it is peanut butter and I’d do just about anything for peanut butter.  I do love me some Skippy and Jif. :)

After rolling out orange, blue, white, and green play-doh, we headed to the park for a little photo action.  It was wonderful to watch them play together and just capture them in their ordinary, everyday moments.  Moments that were and are just Evan and his Mom.