When Max was born last November at 40 weeks, he was apparently the size of a pumpkin (see ‘evidence’ below). My personal horror story (labour) also kind of started on Halloween itself, by my body evacuating every ounce of EVERYTHING, other than the baby, right after I carved my first ever pumpkin (at the age of 30, I KNOW!!).
So pumpkins have a new, very special meaning to me, and what better way to celebrate this special time of year than by capturing my little pumpkin’s first ever pumpkin picking sesh.
New Mumma Photography is a Southport-based photographer who specialises photography of babes and kids in their own home, but she also does location shoots, just like this one at Hightown Pumpkin Patch. I snapped up a half hour slot for a bargain of £25, which included one digital photo, and we hot footed it down to the patch one rainy Saturday morning.
Max was a pro, working the camera despite the wind and rain, and while he seemed a little grumpy at the time Sarah managed to capture some uh-mazing photos, including some cheesy grins we didn’t even realise he’d cracked and some smouldering ad campaign-worthy shots (in my biased Mum opinion), plus one of him walking a few steps which was really special for us.
There was no way we could have picked one so chose our favourite seven and gladly paid the additional £10 per picture – these are Max’s first professional photos as we weren’t organised enough to do a newborn shoot, and as they’re digital photos we can have as many printed as we like for ourselves and for family (Christmas presents, check!)
So baby bore, alert, but how adorable are these pics!…
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Month five passed in a blur, and it was without doubt my favourite month with Max so far. Without even realising it we’d passed through the newborn stage, and suddenly we were reminiscing on the days when we were obsessively Google colic symptoms, getting up every two hours during the night and taking Max to bed with us at 10pm, when Master had woken from his late evening nap and we were free to finally collapse into bed.
I’ve never been one for taking selfies. Yes, the odd group shot here and there, but I don’t think I’d ever done a true solo selfie before I fell pregnant. It just wasn’t my thing, it always felt a bit contrived, not to mention that it would be unfair to force a close up photo of my face on to the public.
Four months in and time really is flying (I know, cliche, but it’s true). Max seems to be changing before my eyes, developing new skills every day and quite literally out-growing clothes overnight. It’s amazing but a little heartbreaking all at the same time.
Today, 2nd February, Max is three months old. THREE MONTHS OLD. What the…?!!
I knew 12 months of maternity leave would go quickly but this is ridiculous. I can remember his dramatic entrance like it was yesterday.
I think it’s natural as a first time Mum to be fascinated by baby’s developmental milestones, wanting to know what’s normal and what’s next. I’m also very mindful that every baby is different and am careful to not get caught up in what Max should be doing and enjoying the moment of what he is doing.
I didn’t ever want to get into the breast feeding debate on From Day Dot. There’s nothing new to say, no angle that hasn’t been covered and actually, in my eyes it’s each to their own and there shouldn’t even be a discussion to be had. If there is a newsworthy story, it’s the ‘conspiracy’ against formula which has been covered so brilliantly by Cat at Not So Smug Now in her Cigarettes & Formula post. Oh it makes me FUME!!
When I first became a Mum, all those hazy 9 weeks ago, I realised that there were a few things about having a newborn that no one ever prepared you for. Both practical and emotional things that make you do a mental double take. Here’s my list of those Newborn What-Nows?! that you won’t find in any newborn know-how books…
I’m late posting this update, which pretty much sums up week 28 of pregnancy, when baby was the size of a coconut.
It started out positively purely for the fact that I know exactly what a coconut is and how big they are, so there was none of this uncertainty over how big a bunch of bananas actually is or how a Napa Cabbage is different to an ordinary cabbage. Finally, I had a good idea of how big my baby was. Good start.