‘Sometimes you will never know a the value of a moment until it becomes a memory’ – Dr Seuss
Where is the time going?
My son was 8 months old yesterday and watching him get around the house in his crawl / rolling action in a stealth like movement reminds me of an action movie when the hero is heading into the disaster zone and trying not to get caught (aka the coffee table in my little monkey’s case). He’s such a bubbly little guy and the house is filled with his laughter! He is constantly in a headlock with my daughters cuddles and I dread the day he returns the favour as he is not a small ‘little’ guy, wearing 12 to 18 month clothes already!
The memory of his birth is still very fresh in my mind, at 10pds and a emergency c-sec I am glad those days are over but I am sad that he is no longer that newborn. The new smell of his skin and how incredibly soft it was, I recall lying in the hospital bed just stroking his forehead thinking how beautifully soft it was and how I wished I could save that moment forever. I have it in my mind but I will never be able to feel his newborn skin again. There were some things I was determined to preserve.
At 10 days of age we did a Newborn /Family session. I had the amazing Abi Ellson of Abi Ellson Photography pop along to help me with my family shots and take some of me. It was hilarious and I got to feel like a client – I was the target of my son’s bowel movements and after that, convincing my daughter she would be fine holding him even when she was in the firing line was a task – she was petrified and kept moving out of place! Oh the joys of little ones :) its just poop, right?!
I will treasure these images of the two of them forever! They look amazingly peaceful however it was mayhem on the day :) BUT I wouldn’t have changed a thing!!