Getting better at tummy time, though it’s still pretty frustrating.

Little fingers wrapped around dad’s. Those baby fingernails grow fast! I’m obsessed with keeping them filed, because it kills me to see little scratches on Joseph’s face.

Like his folks, Joseph is a huge booknerd. He loves colorful baby board books — and being a fella with literary taste, he loves when we read him Shel Silverstein too.

Nine weeks old and our baby is full of smiles. Nothing tickles him more than seeing his own reflection. And this weekend came his first laugh! In front of a mirror, of course, the little ego-maniac.

Joseph is getting so good at holding his head up too. Still floppy, still frustrating, but he can pick up up for a good 30 seconds or so now. Not an easy feat, considering that head is in the 97th percentile for his age.

Happy father’s day to the best daddy in the world!

Joseph, 8 weeks, just one of the guys.

We can’t remember what life was like before Joseph, when we didn’t get peed on and when we slept more than two hours at a stretch. But we wouldn’t trade it back for anything. Joseph is such a little charmer and he’s already got a personality.

We are amazed by how Joseph grows and changes every day. Here he is at two weeks old:

And here he is at four weeks old! Joseph is a good eater (like mom) and has packed on a sweet little belly.

It’s impossible not to love this little face, even at 2 in the morning… 4 in the morning… 6 in the morning…

Thank you, Aunt Lisa, for the fabulous outfit!

I’ve been mia working on a new project for the past nine months…

And here he is: Joseph, born April 25, 2011, weighing 7 pounds and 13 ounces.

One week old today!

We call him “One-eyed Joe” because of this sneaky look:

Joseph came out with a head of beautiful, soft hair.

Back in the apartment (at 34 weeks), where things were nice and cozy.

 We love you, Joseph!

Toby and Amy met at Pacific Lutheran University, where they were anatomy study partners. (That’s not a joke — both majored in exercise science.) They tied the knot at their alma mater on a perfect August day.

I was honored to photograph the wedding with Narayan Mahon, a fellow ‘Cuse grad and an accomplished commercial and editorial photographer. (Look for his piece in Harper’s on illegal gold mining in French Guiana.) Narayan was doing double-duty: wedding photographer and groomsman too!

The wedding flowers were cream colored roses and hydrangeas.

Toby is a cycling coach, and the officiant is one of his students.

The ceremony took place in the amphitheater of the music center. Toby and Amy’s vows were heartfelt and sweet as could be.

 Amy looked absolutely radiant, and wore a megawatt smile all day.

Two cute-as-a-button flower girls, one Toby’s niece and one Amy’s niece.

Wick, one of the groomsmen, congratulates Toby. The reception took up the upstairs of C.I. Shenanigan’s in Tacoma, which offered a sweeping view of the water and lots of room for dancing.

Free outdoor yoga in the beautiful Olympic Sculpture Park – is there any better way to spend a Saturday morning? You’ll find more pictures and info from my shoot at the Seattle Art Museum blog. The last outdoor class for the summer will be at 10 a.m. this Saturday, Aug. 28.

Anne Phyfe Palmer (center), owner and director of 8 Limbs Yoga, is the class instructor.

Kristin and Memo first met in art school, and many years and separate roads later, they were married at Shishole Bay Beach Club. Their ceremony was so sweet and heartfelt there wasn’t a dry eye in the audience. I was honored to photograph the wedding.

Memo and Gali, 8, walk down the aisle together. Gali wore a beautiful gown from The Frog Princess.

Kristin’s dress featured intricate beadwork.

Kristin’s dad, Patrick, walks her down the aisle.

The couple’s wedding rings. In lieu of a guestbook, Kristin and Memo invited guests to write their good wishes on river rocks. They brought a small, potted maple tree, which they will plant at home and surround with the rocks.

During the ceremony, Kristin and Memo recognized their parents and their daughter, Gali, who received a special surprise. Gali peeped inside a flap in the wrapping paper  – it was fairy doll from the Tinkerbell movie!

A warm, sunny day.

Mr. and Mrs. Diaz make their entrance at the reception.

The cake-topper versions of Mr. and Mrs. Diaz.

Kristin’s sister, Andrea, with a gorgeous bouqet. Left, Kristin wore a ring that had belonged to Memo’s mom.

The reception hall offered stunning views of the sound.

Kristin and Memo share a dance.

There were a lots of kids for Gali to play with.

 Kristin dances with her godsister’s daughter, left, and her dad, right.

 Kristin’s family cheers on the new couple as they drive off after the reception.

Grilling is a tradition in Memo’s family, so Memo and Kristin hosted a big bbq in their backyard the day before their wedding. The men started the grill up at 11 a.m., and six hours later, served up the best chicken, sausage and tri-tip ever.

Juicy? Check. Savory? Check. AMAZING?! Check. These are men who take their meat seriously.

It was a great time for the bride and groom’s families to meet, and for everyone to stuff themselves silly on Californian hospitality.

The French bread was toasted on the grill, then dunked in plenty of melted butter. It was insanely delicious.

Memo’s brother, David, drove a U-Haul all the way from California with the family grill and a load of firewood.

Wedding guests came in from near (the Tri-Cities) and far (Nevada).

Memo and Kristin’s daughter, Gali, 8, sits with Grandpa Jack.

Memo’s extended family came up from California for the wedding. Memo’s dad, Javier (wearing apron), supervised the grilling.

Kristin’s mom, Karleen, has had a busy summer, with two weddings between her three children.

Memo’s uncle Carlos made an amazing fresh salsa.

Memo serves up pieces of tri-tip to his brother-in-law, Scott, and uncle-in-law, Mike.

Kristin’s stepmom, Chris.

Karleen passes around a platter with two kinds of cake, baked by her niece Amy.

Ethan pauses to give Princess Kitty a rub. Gali says Princess Kitty has lived up to her name.

I’ve been working at the Seattle Art Museum a little over a year now, and I’ve just been itching to photograph some of our fabulous public programs. With my boss Amy’s support, I’m now officially blogging for SAM!

My first post went up today: it’s about the opening celebration for the Quileute exhibition. The cavernous Brotman Forum was packed with people all day — our official head count came in at more than 1,600.

Cai Guo-Qiang’s installation, Inopportune: Stage One, arcs overhead. You’d be surprised how many comments I get about that piece: “What’s with the cars?!” Or: “Is this where the ’Cash for Clunkers’ program ended up?”  Haha.

The woman who wove these hats said she used cedar bark, which is pliable when it’s wet.