Katharine Elizabeth Photography {the blog}

I promised myself I’d take a picture of my kids’ End-of-Summer freckles before the season was over.

I’m so thankful they inherited perfect, freckly noses from their Dad.

It makes me happy.

Okay, I am loving this little 3-year-old in her deep purple dress.

And those beautiful eyes…

I can see where she gets her good looks, though…

This family has good genes for sure.

Such a handsome devil:

Cute kids all-around.

I had a fun time visiting this family’s cabin for some summer pics.   It’s great to spend time with kids in a place where they feel really comfortable.  Everyone can relax and if the kids need a break, it’s no problem for mom and dad to jump inside and grab a snack for them.

It really makes for an easy-going session.

And before I go, I’m going to post one more of the 3-year-old because she was such a sweetie for me and I have way too many favorites of her…

My sister and her 4 kids were in town last week.  It’s been way too long since I’ve seen them.

After eating dinner together at my parents’ house one evening, my mom asked if I’d take a shot of all of her grandchildren really quickly before the night was over.

And look at these cousins, so nice to humor me and my camera in their grandma’s front yard:

Okay, the picture is done now … everybody UP!

My July postings have been a little sparse, no?…

Summer in Minnesota is just too precious to squander indoors at the computer.  After all, we’ve got 8 months of winter to make up for, right?

Right.

Our family made up for a bit of winter by spending the last 8 days in the Brainerd Lakes area.  It was a standard “Up North” Minnesota vacation with lots of boat time…

Lake time…

Some fishing…

More lake time…

Plenty of pool time…

And then some more lake time.

Our kids did great.  They played hard and had fun.

They crashed hard, too.  We found our 4 1/2 year old daughter (who hasn’t napped since age 2) completely conked out on the couch one afternoon when we stopped back indoors to grab a snack.

And one night when my husband and I were in the bedroom playing German Whist, we glanced out to the pull-out couch to see our 7-year-old splayed out in exhaustion (and you can see his sister in the upper-right corner of the pic):

We had a great time.  By the end of the week, our swimsuits had been worn and rinsed in the sink so many times, the bottom of my daughter’s had sagged to the point that Colombians could have used it to smuggle drugs into the country.

And in addition to lots of lake time, we played Bingo (the 4-year-old kept calling my dauber a “stabber”), roasted s’mores, did some crafts (I kept humming the Kellerman’s song from Dirty Dancing), and ate our weight in bacon, bratwursts, and sour patch kids.

It was a great trip.  And a great week for our family to spend together.

I feel blessed.