Bump to Baby: 1 Year Cake Smash

There might not be a milestone session I love more than the 1-year cake smash. 

Babies at this stage have such awesome personalities. Throw some sugary confections in the mix and they REALLY have fun.

Cake Smash sessions with Tiffany Photography always take place in the studio. As the parent, you get to pick the theme and the outfit, and I place the order for the cake, create the props, and bring it all together the day of the session. As such, cake smash sessions should be booked about two weeks in advance of when you'd like the session to take place. I like to have the photos to you within a week or two of your little one’s birthday. So if you're little one's birthday is April 4, let's start planning the cake smash session a month in advance.

Some things to know:

You’ll get two outfit changes. The first is something cute that you want to remember your little one wearing that won’t get messy. We’ll do a few photos in that outfit, and then you’ll change your baby into the cake smash outfit. While you’re doing that, I will set up the cake and change out props.

Sometimes babies don’t dive into cake the first time they see it. You might want to practice with them at home a few times first.

Each cake smash session usually lasts 35-45 minutes. This tends to yield about 15 photos. I include the high resolution digitals in an online gallery for download within a week of the session.

You should bring both of your cake smash session outfits, plus an extra change of clothes to go home in. Any additional props you want to work into the photo session, as long as you’ve cleared it with me first.

I’ll provide the cake, props, accessories (like hats or headbands), towels, plastic bags for clean up.

If this post excited you about your baby's first year cake smash session, don't hesitate to get in touch by contacting me at (254) 760-4641 or tiffanyphotographymt@gmail.com.

Love is in the Air

A long, looooong time ago, I thought the man who would become my husband was going to propose to me on Valentine's Day. But he didn't. 

This is a super romantic story if you can get over the part about me being kind of a brat about it. 

We'd been talking about getting married for months. I had it on the DL that he'd told my roommate he was going to propose. Soon. And Valentine's Day, let's be honest, is the ONLY day a man can do something like that. He had planned a special dinner at a posh restaurant and then had gotten us theater tickets. And the whole time we were out my brain was on which engagement ring he'd chosen and if our wedding should be in the summer or the winter. I don't even remember the name of the restaurant or the title of the play because all I could think about was perfecting my surprised look when he popped the question. And then the play came to an end, and he drove me home. 

HE DROVE ME HOME. INSTEAD OF PROPOSING TO ME. I WAS WEARING THE DRESS I WAS GOING TO BE PROPOSED TO IN. AND HE DIDN'T PROPOSE. THE WORLD FELT VERY DARK AND WRONG. 

As you can tell, I handled it in a super mature and undramatic fashion.

The next weekend I semi-reluctantly joined him for a weekend in a city three hours away. We were visiting his family and I was not at all holding a grudge for not proposing to me the weekend before. Actually, that's not true, and as the weekend wore on, he seemed more and more distant and I became more and more frustrated. By Saturday night we were barely speaking. I was pretty relieved to go to bed and get a break -- unsure if we were on the verge of marriage or a break up. 

At 4 a.m. his sister woke me up and put a blindfold on me. "What in the world is going on?" Then I heard my future husband playing the guitar. He hadn't ever played the guitar before to my knowledge, but he had learned the chords to one of our favorite songs, "So Simple" by Wide Awake. When he finished playing the song, he asked me to be his wife. He has not, to my knowledge, ever picked up a guitar again, but he did an amazing job that night! I said yes, and we married six months later. 

Photo by Mountain Pearl Photography