there goes Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Ares

Being a photographers son is not a bad thing, but it’s not always an easy thing either. Sometimes mom is shooting holiday cards for her sisters inlaws and the bean gets stuck standing there for light testing and sometimes you know cause mom loves him more then her own heart she can’t help but put the raindeer antlers on his head, because you know, it’s so freaking cute and sometimes the bean isn’t so happy about it.

Ares wanted his hair dyed after he saw my hairdressers hair (I did take him with me for the express purpose) of course the punky colour he picked was a light aqua blue and we got a bit of green. His teacher says they debate it in his class, one day the kids lean to blue the next green.

We were playing guess the animal and daddy said pink skin and green hair and Ares guessed a goblin, but was not pleased when it turned out to be him. I called him my little goblin this morning and he said “I’m not a goblin, I’m Ares” and that about sums him up fabulously. He’s just him and I like it.

and it isn’t really so bad to be a photographers son and he’s a sweet heart for posing in reindeer antlers to help me test the lights, I have some in the santa hat too :)