Faster. Higher. Stronger.
That's the Olympic motto but I'm also describing Seven, who's now 18 months old.He walks (runs) faster, causing us near heart attacks whenever he suddenly takes off across the floor to reach for something. He jumps higher (on the bed, that is) and is definitely taller, I'm giving it a maximum of 6 months until he won't fit in his crib anymore. And Seven's definitely stronger. Make him drink his vitamins, or take away something he shouldn't be holding, and you'd be in for a wrestling match. Seriously.
Our baby is now a boy in our eyes, sensitive enough to know what's going on, talkative enough to mumble words of pure jibberish, and smart enough to find ways to make us laugh or give in to his wants. We enjoy it, no doubt, but we also realize that pretty soon, this boy's going to be tough to handle (physically speaking). So it makes me appreciate things now while he's still young and sweet as a baby. I want to document his moments thru my photos. Recently I got to spend a whole day with him. We took him out to have some fun, my wife and I's way of making up for our Macau trip (when we left Seven for 3 days in the care of his yaya.)
I've done this before when he was just three months old, but I'm doing it again. A 24-hour series of photos featuring Seven.
0545 : His day starts as he wakes up....hungry.
Goes back to sleep then wakes up again. 0725.
0740 : Busts out to his playroom to grab some toys...
...and plays a little basketball, too.
0755 : Bath time...which is just like playtime, only with water and soap.
0830 : Outside to get some good air.
0850 : Breakfast (he now regularly eats solid food)
0915 : A selfie before the family leaves for the metro
1035 : Bit of idle time as pop drops by a car showroom
1110 : Finally at the mall, a walk with mom
1130 : Trying out clothes and shoes at a kiddie store
1150 : Picture-taking and getting amazed at the mall's Christmas decors
1200 : Window-shopping, or -gazing.
1220 : Feeling like Vettel in an amusement center
1235 : His favorite and MY favorite : the playpen with the sea of balls (I LOVE IT!)
And some sliding action in the colorful playground...
1330 : More walking...
1400 : Settled down for lunch
1500 : Knocked out
1800 : And he springs back to life, already on the way home
1920 : Time for dinner. In a great mood.
2035 : Home at last. Time to clean up before going to sleep.
2100 : Sleepy
2130 : Slowly but surely getting lulled to sleep by the TV and darkness...
...and he's off to dreamland.
2230 : Sleep well, buddy.
And that's a whole day I spent with Seven. Someday I'm sure he'll see these, and hopefully he'd be thankful. Haha. I sure enjoyed doing it, combining two of my loves : my son and photography. Nothing compares.
Till the next post. The big news. :)
Father to Seven. Prefers to be called "Pop" because Daddy is too sosyal, Papa can mean boyfriend / boy-toy or a ketchup, Tatay is too un-sosyal, and Popsie is just three letters too much. I don't like the cola because it's too sweet, but I esteem coach Gregg Popovich because he gets the job done. So Pop it is.