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Hey ya beautiful people. 

Did you know we're expecting baby girl number 2 come Mid-March? 

That means that I will be on maternity leave in March and April, and will start taking sessions again in May! I also have a few slots left for 2018 weddings, specifically looking at the June/July months. You can email me for wedding collection pricing at




mama bird sessions

I think I made my case last year (read it here), but I will say it again. 

You deserve photos with your kids.


Last year I was embarrassed to admit that the only photos I had of Arlo and Myself were selfies. I've changed my tune a bit. Of course ANY photo of you with your child is special. Even if it is a grainy iPhone selfie. Let me be cheesy and cliche for a moment and say that you'll never regret the photos you have, only the ones you don't.  With that being said, it is nice to treat yo'self once in awhile. You deserve photos with your kids, of course..(i know, duh Jordan). But you also deserve nice photos with your kids, not just those cellphone snaps that you struggled to take yourself and in the moment made you wish you had one of those wacky selfie sticks. ( NO? just me?)

Let's book a session. Put on something that makes you feel amazing, whether that means your nicest dress, or your favorite worn jeans with a rip in the knee. Grab your kiddos and let's take some photos that you can look back on in 20 to 30 years. We'll stomp through the muddy forest or run through an open field. We'll bribe your kids with candy if we have to (ha- sometimes you just have to), but we'll get the real, organic moments. The messiness, the joy, the chaos, the LOVE. All of that awesome Motherhood stuff.

The only requirement for these sessions is to be okay with imperfection. Less posed photos, more real moments. No perfect smiles, just you and your babies being awesome.


30 minute session

location of your choosing, (free travel up to 45 minutes from my home)

edited digital images with full printing rights  

limited slots available. booking now through May 31st 


 ($275 value)

email to book: or fill out the contact form at the top of this page.


See a few Mama Bird sessions from last year by clicking on the 'mama bird' tag at the bottom of this post. 




Dear Arlo | two years

Dear Arlo,

Truth be told, I've been putting off typing this out for a few reasons. It feels a little weird writing this to you now. Now that you are saying things and understanding what Daddy and I say to you. But I want to remember how you were at this age, because I know that we will forget all of the little details, the ones that really make watching you grow up so fun. The other reason for my procrastination is that I simply can't come to terms with the fact that you are TWO. If you have children someday, you will understand when I say that time doesn't play by the rules when you're a parent. Days turn into weeks faster, weeks into months and suddenly your "baby" is 30 and you can't remember how the hell that happened (at least I'm assuming).

But enough of my blubbering and blabbering. This is about YOU! You are fiercely independent and stubborn.. at first I hoped it was normal toddler 'tude, but we are way passed that now.  You do what you want, when you want and no one will tell you different. Though you test our patience and sanity daily, every part of me hopes that you continue to exert your power and stand up for what you want and believe in. I have a good feeling that nothing will ever stop you.

 You're trying out lots of words now, and you've recently started adding an "SH" sound in replace of your S's. For example, YES is now YESHH. Your Dad and I think it's hilarious and adorable and a little bit odd, but we'll roll with it. You really like to wear shoes/hats/jackets/whatever you can find lying around the house. On any given day you can be found in just a diaper and whatever pair of shoes you forced me to put on you... usually a pair that is two sizes too small. You're a picky eater, you love music and dancing, you entertain us with a hearty fake chuckle whenever you feel it's appropriate. You get bribed with M&M's way too frequently. You love playing outside, painting and drawing (usually on carpet or furniture). When you get mad, you tense up your whole body, clench your teeth and shake. It's hard not to laugh at you every time you do it. Your Papa is currently your favorite person ever.

When I get right down to it kiddo, I'm constantly teetering between two fears. The first being that we are going to royally screw you up. I can't help but look towards the future and wonder who you'll grow to be. If you'll be a well rounded human being who forgives her parents for their flaws and loves them unconditionally no matter how many M&M's they bribed you with as a child. ( God I hope so.) The second fear is that I'll forget. I'll forget to completely immerse myself in each day with you. That I'll forget to slow down and enjoy and remember and relish in this time. Because as they say, you don't get it back. So again, If 16 or 21 or 35 year old Arlo is reading this some day, these are my letters to you. So I can remind myself each year that time flies and to pay attention, and for you. So you know what an honor it has been to be your Mama, from the moment they placed you in my arms. 

Happy Birthday Arlo Eloise Balash. 

(Dear Arlo | one year )



Takin' care of business.

Oh hi, everybody! it's time for some business round up (I know, boring! But if you're a regular client or maybe a future client, keep on reading). 


First things first, my prices have changed. I always feel like I have to explain my pricing adjustment because I don't want anyone to think I'm getting too big for my britches (people still say that, right?). That is not the case.  The case is that my pricing has remained the same for two years, and it was just time. If these numbers seem shocking to you,  remember that you have the option to purchase professional prints through my website, versus purchasing the digital images. In most cases, this is a much more affordable option! I think that as digital photography has grown, so has the need to have every single digital image taken during a session. I totally understand this, but the reality is that those images usually sit on your computer or cd and nothing is ever done with them. Let your photos be seen! Print those bad boys, don't let them collect dust. ANYWAY, that's what's up with session pricing as of late. You can see what I'm referring to by clicking on the 'investment' link at the top of this site.

Secondly, last year was absolutely the most stressful and exhausting season I've had as a business owner. Trying to balance editing, shooting sessions, weddings and OH YEAH, taking care of a child.. It was basically a shit show over here.  Since I do run my own business, it's time to take back a little bit of control. I will only be booking 1-2 sessions per week this summer and will very rarely be booking on weekends that I also have weddings booked (usually Sunday's). I don't know how I got in the habit of squeezing as many sessions as possible into a week, but I'm starting to feel drained and my child needs her mom around (and mentally functioning).  Why am I telling you this? It's partly to hold myself accountable, to make sure I stick to this, and also so anyone looking to book a session this summer/fall is aware that session slots will be limited. 

That's all for now! Thanks for reading, commenting, booking or just following along with me on this journey.









Dear Arlo | one year

January 27th.

 I headed off to my doctors appointment. I was a week and half away from my due date, feeling pretty large, out of breath, just generally very pregnant. After checking to see my progress, the doctor (almost too casually) explained that it was probably safest for me to be induced on the following Monday or Tuesday . I sat there in my paper gown staring at him blankly as he described his schedule to me, asking what day I would like to be induced, as if it were just another appointment for me to schedule in. This would be the biggest appointment of my life.

After discussing the induction process, and deciding on a day, I got in my car and cried. I had always pictured going into labor naturally ( really -  I had pictured something dramatic, like my water breaking in the middle of the grocery store or a movie theater.. ), but I wasn't crying because of needing to be induced, I was crying because I was straight up scared shitless.

I made my way to the hospital for my scheduled non-stress test, called my husband (crying), and called my mom (again, crying). There's something about being forced into doing something when you are SO not ready that is extra difficult and terrifying. Looking back now, I'm not sure if I was more scared of the actual pains of labor, or meeting the baby that had been vacationing in my belly for the past 9 months.

At 2:30pm I arrived home, my husband and I ate some lunch and I continually reminded myself that I had a handful of days to prepare for the induction date. To prepare for meeting her, the one we'd been waiting for.. I could do this, right?

and then my water broke..

I yelled to my husband.. "Umm.. frank? I think my water just broke.."

Basically chaos ensued shortly after this little announcement.. And for the record, I was as cool as a cucumber (surprisingly) as my husband called his family, and ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. After reaching the hospital for the second time that day, we were admitted, mild contractions began, then the real frigging contractions (UGH am I right?!),  and that wonderful, magical thing called the Epidural was administered (because- I ain't no hero, you guys). The joke was on me because the epidural slowed down my labor and had worn off by the time it was really needed, but boy did I enjoy every minute of it. ANYWAY, By 10am it was finally ready to push, and sparing you the gory details (if I haven't already grossed you out), at 11:11am on January 28th, 2015, a screaming, blue eyed, 6lb baby girl was laid on my chest.. and all was right in the world.




Dear Arlo,

So there you have it, kid. Your birth story. Someday I'll read you this story, and tell you all the funny details .. like how your dad got food poisoning from the Dunkin' Donuts sandwich he ate while I was in labor. It's hard to believe it's been a year since you made your entrance into this world and it's even harder to believe how much you have changed our lives. You have filled spaces in our hearts that we didn't know ached for you all along.

You are silly, dramatic, stubborn, an entertainer, a wild child. You look like your dad and sometimes act like your momma. You love to give kisses to your dogs and stuffed animals, but rarely give them to anyone else. Your face lights up whenever daddy comes home from work and you only say 'mama' when you're crying.. everything else is "DADADADADA". You sometimes pull your own hair (which freaks everyone out), have no interest in walking yet, and to mommy and daddy's dismay, you have yet to sleep through the night. You love bath time and nothing will stand between you and a piece of cheese (I'm with you there, girl!).

   In a lot of ways, the day you were born was the day I was born. Someday, you'll read this and be all  like "Really, Mom? What does that even mean? You are so weird." and I will tell you that I didn't even exist before you were here. You are that significant, that life changing, that special.


Happy Birthday, my sweet sweet Arlo Eloise. You are so loved.