I came across Robin Schwartz's tooth-achingly sweet photographs on Tiny Vices. Besides that they're a more charming rendition of the creeptastic, baby-obsessed Anne Geddes, I like that Schwartz's photographs feel unproduced and thereby retain more innocence. Further, each shot is of her daughter Amelia (right?) and she describes the series as evidence of the invented worlds they explore. The result is sort of auto-biographical, the envy of any family albums. I wouldn't trade my mom for anything in the world, but forming friendships with monkeys and elephants would come close...
If you click through the series the kid totally loses interest 10 shots in.
