I have a confession to make. I have this horrible, embarrassing habit of taking on the accents of whomever I’m speaking too. Seriously. It’s beyond mortifying.

And it happens without me realizing until my husband tells me later in the evening that I started to talk like “so and so”. I die.

So when this sweet little southern drawl talking family walks into my studio, I have to stick a piece of gum into my mouth and call it a day. Mom and Dad have the cutest accents around and I’m sure that on more than one occasion, I’ve done it. I’ve started to get an accent myself. They probably think I’m crazy, but I’m so happy that they don’t mind it - so that I can watch not one , but TWO of their babies celebrate their birthday in style.
And boy oh boy, was this a cake smash for the books ya’ll ( see what I did there?!?!)