This is my nephew. He’s basically six months old now, but I started this out with some photos of him less than 72 hours old.

Until I went back to absurdly warm California earlier this month I hadn’t seen Reese since he was born in a hospital way back in July. It’s crazy to me how the terrifying little flaps of skin and bone that newborns are become adorable, chubby babies in less than a matter of months. It’s like a Transformer going beast mode into cuteness.

He’s basically got the life; all he does is eat, poop, sleep, and smile. What a sweet gig. I like being an uncle. It let’s me have fun without any diaper changes or lame stuff on the side. Win.

So here’s some of him a few days old:

And then BAM! some odd 4320-ish hours later:

I recently had the pleasure of assisting my good friend Daniel Neal in CA with a wedding before the winter started. Here are some of the images I made away with. Mikie and Nicole were very mellow and a breeze to work with. They were very in tune with each other and we didn’t have to tell them much of anything as soon as we got them together. As far as what to do in front of a camera – they knew just how to be with each other. Even though I was assisting I may or may not have ended the night with a shot of jaeger on my knee singing a song I didn’t know the lyrics to with several people I didn’t know. I don’t know, just maybe. Bridesmaids are persuasive.

This was really eye opening for me. Apparently kids grow. You may have heard. It’s weird.

In other news, at ProDPI the end of the holiday season marks a slow, awkward transition back to sanity and a last minute tornado of madness called “Holiday Decoration Contest”. Each department takes a meager $20 and used lab materials to turn their area into a decoration-filled monstrosity of holiday cheer. Some departments choose to go with pleasantries, while others favor the bloody Halloween approach. In the end they are always genius, and in some cases a little outside of the rules, which we begrudgingly overlook. The result is your entertainment. PS if anyone from the Press Department sees this – I don’t have any photos of your area. I have failed you as a leader and a friend; my guilt knows no bounds.

The judges table. And the riotous mob waiting for a verdict on the contest.