As a photographer I often see things in frames, sometimes even as pictures hanging on my wall. Spring pajamas have been the latest moment I couldn't wait to capture. Here's how it all started.
In recent years matching pajamas for Christmas have a become a thing. It's an adorable tradition. I'm sure it started with a couple of matching siblings, mom and dad joined in the next year, the grandparents wanted to participate and the next thing you know, you have a cousin squad. It's amazing how those things work. I think it's a fantastic tradition. So much so that I'm not sure it should be limited to Christmas.
Last year while planning a family trip to Disney World I was insistent that my (non-twin) children should match...every day and.....every night. It's ridiculous, but you know what, it's also adorable. We're all allowed to wave our freak flags occasionally and mine just comes out in (often personalized) coordinating fabrics.
In my quest for coordination I found the most adorable striped pastel blue monogrammed pj's. They wore them two nights on our trip and I of course made them pose and take pictures. When we got home I thought the special pj's had lost their "special." Then Easter rolled around. On Easter eve (that's a thing now), I bathed the boys and put them in their pastel blue ensembles. I had visions of the precious moments I would capture of them with their bunny loot and their matching sets. You know what? My vision came alive. It was just as hip-hoppity spectacular as I had hoped.