I used to be an avid planner.

I'd plan exactly how things were going to go, when they were going to go, and how I could be in complete control of every single situation.

And then I had twins and five years later, another girl.

Parenthood has taught me a thing or two - like the world won't end if there are dishes in the sink at bedtime and that once you have kids, there are no definite plans.

Recently, I photographed a sweet newborn.

I had grabbed every prop out of the prop room in preparation. Visions of photographing him outside danced through my head continuously. We could go there, and there, and there.

The day prior to the session was warm and balmy. It was perfect.

I secretly knew I was setting myself up.

Overnight, the weather decided to throw a kink in the plan. It was a cool, cool May 31.

The weather called for a quick rethink on my part.

Warmth in the studio was easy. The lights get hot, and I had my little space heater to provide additional coziness.

But how were we going to get at least one image outside?

As the session continued, V's parents and I discussed how we could make it happen.

We tried warm blankets - not warm enough.

We swaddled V in tighter - nope.

And then there was an "aha" moment - the space heater and an extension cord would reach outside far enough to make the visions a reality.

Then Dad took it one step farther by suggesting we warm V's "nest" first. We checked the temperature, put baby V inside it and cranked up the space heater.

Mission Accomplished. 

Sometimes it really does take a village - and a flexible working plan.