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It's crazy what a difference one year makes.

Just last year, these kiddos were little babies sitting contently on a blanket stuffing their faces with animal crackers. Now, my favorite two-year-olds are little boys who can be found communicating in secret twin language while running in exact opposite directions at all time. After 20 minutes of shooting, I was exhausted. I don't know how their parents do it ( I bow down to you both ).

I shot these photos of Wallace + August last fall, and I still love them so much. They give me all the warm fuzzies, because to me, they represent what childhood is supposed to be—running, playing, falling ( so many falls ), exploring, climbing, getting nice clothes dirty and last but certainly not least, putting shoes in your mouth.

That's not going to be socially acceptable forever Auggie, so enjoy that rubber sole while you can.

P.S. That open mouth twin kiss is too much. Just the dang cutest.