My little buddy Seven is a month older. The day before he turned four months, I did a round-the-clock coverage of his typical day. I just wanted to document his routine while I still can, without him minding it.
Armed with my favorite Seven-shooting combo of the 50mm f/1.2 L with the Canon 5D Mark III (which I can boost up to ISO 12,800 and stay clean), I did all the photos with ambient, available light that changed throughout the day - from the nightlamp, to early morning light, to harsh sunlight, to white ceiling light, tungsten, and so on. If there's one thing I'm thanking the 5D Mark III for the most, it's the ability it's given me to properly expose while shooting Seven anytime I want to.
24 hours with Seven...
And that's a Sunday with our Seven. His sleeping pattern is easier to cope with now, but he's so heavy we had to get a yaya to sometimes help us. He's a lot more active and talkative, giggles easily, and quickly recognizes familiar faces. He loves seeing me the most, seriously. The best part is he hasn't been sick yet. Maybe when his teeth start coming out, he'll get a fever. But so far, thank God, he has been okay and healthy.
Yesterday, his 4th month, we had a little celebration. Seven's grandma Lorna, grandpa Ronnie, and Ninang Ronna paid him a visit.
Time flies. Happy fourth month, Seven! Thank you for coming into our lives. We love you. =)
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.