Two-month old Seven had his first out-of-town trip last Sunday. I booked an overnight stay at 8 Suites in Tagaytay, and we were so excited to go. My sister Lorraine came with us - it was also her first time in Tagaytay, believe it or not. Anie asked me - no, insisted - on bringing Seven's stroller, which would have seen its first taste of action.
Bags packed, stroller ready, Seven all dressed up. Then on our way to Tagaytay, somewhere along EDSA, it started to rain. Then it rained harder. By the time we got to Drinkdad (my English term for Tagaytay, corny, I know), the downpour was nonstop that we just decided to find a place to eat. Luckily for Annie's (C2 Classic Cuisine) at Summit Ridge Hotel - and unfortunately for the other restos in the area - their entrance had a roofed drop-off point.
Afterwards we just checked in at 8 Suites....and stayed there. A lot of plans were cancelled (sorry, Lorraine, sorry, stroller) but it was better to be safe than risk it. Back then this would have been an adventure, but now that we have a baby with us, it's still an adventure, but one that we couldn't afford to screw up. So we stayed at the confines of our hotel (which was splendid, by the way) and enjoyed the cool temp.
So what else did we do? We took a lot of photos of Seven. I loved the candid moments. I think we've found a way to make Seven smile and chuckle. =)
The weather was crazy scary, but we got home safe and sound. With this trip we wanted to find out how long and how far can we go with Seven. We didn't get to do a lot of things we thought we'd do, but still, it was worthwhile. Looking at these photos (and the dozens more I didn't post) makes me think the trip wasn't a waste at all. And the beautiful boy had a lot to do with it. =)
The stroller gets to stay clean for another day.
My wife recently has been bugging me (kinda) about a studio shoot for Seven. She wants Seven to have a photo session in a kiddie studio, you know, the ones with lots of cute props. I told her no. I want first crack on my son. I'm his father, after all (what's that supposed to imply, I have no idea). Well technically, I didn't get first crack, because Seven had a photoshoot when he was 3 weeks old for a product catalogue. But that doesn't count, does it? No, it doesn't!
So last weekend we did the shoot. In our bedroom. In the bed. Not really a studio, but I just made it look like a studio by using a light-colored bed sheet and putting two illustration boards in the background. Two speedlights, and we were good to go. It took an hour and a half in all (thank God Seven cooperated that long!) including the "wardrobe changes" and several "internalization" bits. =p
Here are the photos from Seven's "studio" shoot :
Good job by the model, really. Thanks for looking. =)
If I'm your friend on Facebook, or you follow me on Twitter, you may have noticed my propensity to post photos or tweet about my son Seven. I can't help it, he's too cute. And me and my wife Anie are too happy. Seven is truly a blessing and he never fails to make us smile (except those times when he just won't go to sleep).
I remember our too-ambitious plan of having Seven born on November 11, 2011 (11.11.11, I am a sucker for numbers and patterns). He came six months late on May 24, but our happiness, undoubtedly, isn't any less. In fact, the extra months of waiting made him more precious. Our bundle of joy.
So today, as Seven turns two months old, I decided to create a new blog portion on my website dedicated to him. Diaper Diary will be all about Seven. I'll share what I can on our journey. As I've said before, Seven and I will grow up together.
For my first post, here are a few photos from Seven's birth up to his first days here at home. I haven't shared these photos on Facebook yet, but some of these were included in the photo slideshow I made (I included the slideshow at the end of this post).
I've shared this before, but if you haven't seen it yet, here's the slideshow I made about Seven's birth.
Thanks for looking. Expect a lot more entries to this Diary. =)
Happy 2nd month, Seven!
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.