It's true, that to get the newborn shots of the baby folded up ever so neatly, posed, positioned, and re-positioned in a fruit basket, or a bit of flimsy cloth hung from the ceiling (stork-style), or perhaps even draped casually over a Dad's tattooed bicep, the newborn needs to be just that.
New born.
Or, at least in that first, floppy, malleable week of life, before they realise they can do stuff and ultimately have the control.
When shooting these gorgeous twin boys, it was obvious to all of us that I had missed that boat. The boys were in control.
One slept, while the other stirred, and then they swapped.
As a mother of twins, I knew we didn't have much chance of having them both so sleepy that we could strip them down and pose them, and our attempts with their nappies off turned into a messy, slapstick comedy.
But between laughs, and cuddles,
I still captured a few images - just not the scrunkly newborn type.
Love this wrinkly forehead!
Beautiful.
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