Well, I guess I should say favorite ‘non-fictional character’ redhead as not to offend Anne Shirley whom I have loved and admired for many years. Every couple of months when I was little I would get sucked into those Saturday afternoon marathons of Anne of Green Gables on PBS and sit there and wish that I could find a bosom friend like Diana Berry who would come over for tea and invite me to Christmas balls where I’d wear a lovely dress with puffed sleeves.

However, my favorite real-life redhead is not even three yet, but I’m pretty sure his imagination could already rival Anne’s.

Meet Bryson.

Back in August I had the pleasure of photographing this wonderful family for the second time, only this time they are one tiny boy bigger. Just for kicks here’s Bryson from last October.

And today.

A year makes quite a difference, doesn’t it? Even though Bryson is a year older and wiser, he is still the same fun, energetic and adorable little boy. Once I arrived and he remembered me (we had hung out for a bit July 4th and watched some fireworks together), he wanted to play. And play we did. We started by playing with a little Cars.

Bryson’s dad Chris joined him in on the race around the coffee table.

Bryson is such a funny and happy kid. I dare you to look at this picture and not smile.

Sometime during the car race, Bryson “got” a boo-boo and “needed” a band-aid.

After getting patched up, he led me to the other room to play with more toys.

We then headed upstairs to check out his room, where there were more Cars items to be had.

We were joined by the newest member of the family. Little Ryland was just about a month old, and such a cutie.

I can already tell that Bryson is going to be a great big brother.

We then focused on getting a few shots of Ryland by his adorable self.

He was so alert and looking around.

LOVE this little face.

A few with his beautiful mother Hillary.

Hillary said there’s been a little debate as to what color hair Ryland will have. Believe it or not Bryson was pretty bald for over the first year before his red hair started growing in. I said I bet Ryland will be the same. To me his little peach fuzz had a tiny reddish hue to it. You can kind of see it in this picture.

But, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

I don’t mind waiting, and hopefully Bryson and I can have a few more playdates in between. I just hope that if Ryland’s hair does turn out to be red, he won’t spend his entire childhood like Anne hating it and losing his temper if anyone dare call him ‘carrots.’

But if his personality is anything like his big brother’s, I think he’ll be just fine.