Morning Chaos

I like to believe that when I show up at work in the mornings people think nothing of it. That I just had a normal morning just like they did. A morning full of pretty photo shoots like this one:




When in actuality the mornings in the Redding house are full of a guitar playing toddler wearing sunglasses. Jamming out to his own tune.






And superheros plotting out how they are going to save the world.