Seven is now five months old.
To celebrate five months of wonderjoy (okay, I made that word up), here are previously unshared photos of our baby. I always have a camera ready so when the moment comes, I'm ready to shoot (most often it's the 5D Mark III with the 50mm f/1.2 so I can shoot even in very low light). I've amassed hundreds of shots the past two and a half months, with the idea of sharing my favorites in one big post. Well, here it is.
With Seven, child photography has become my main focus. Haha. Do I miss shooting landscapes? Of course! Do I miss doing travel photography? Yes! Do I miss model shoots? Uh, not really, but I got my model now, and it's my cute kid. =)
I've done child photography before, but nothing feels happier than photographing your own child. It's unrivaled. No kidding, I shed a tear when I worked on these photos - not just because of the giddy delight I got while looking at Seven's many faces, but also because of the strain on my eyes in going through all the photos, from sorting to selecting to processing to uploading, all in one sitting.
But you know what? It's worth it. Here are fifty favorites, for Seven's fifth month.
Let me end this post with a photo and story, worthy of special mention. We've been very blessed with people showering us gifts for Seven - friends, family, even Facebook acquaintances. Please know that we really, really appreciate all the gifts and well-meant gestures. They truly make us happy, knowing our child is loved by other people. We're also very thankful because those gifts have saved us a lot, honestly. I'd say about 60% of Seven's stuff (clothes, toys, accessories, etc.) were given by other people. To cut to the chase, your generosity has made it easier for us in providing for Seven. Deeply-appreciated, never forgotten.
It's in this line of thought that I share you this last photo. One night, on our way home from Manila, I got a call from my aunt (who was with my uncle), telling me to pull over because they saw my car (probably recognized the customized plate). They wanted to give something to Seven : a 7-shaped balloon that they got from a party, one which they kept because they thought of Seven. So there we stopped near an NLEX exit and they handed over the balloon quickly. Yes, it's a simple party balloon - it's now deflated - but it's thoughts like that that we appreciate with whatever gift Seven receives. Very touching. We value even the simple and small items. THANK YOU, from the bottom of our hearts.
And THANK YOU Lord, for giving us Seven. I've lost count how many times Anie and I ask each other (while staring at Seven while he's asleep) if we're happy/thankful for having him. We get the same answer every single time, but we ask the question over and over again because it's unbelievable how blessed we are. We can't be thankful enough.
(Oh, I've often been asked how we make Seven pose. Well, sometimes we do make him pose, in the sense that we fix his hair or hands when it's covering his face, or we make him sit or lie down. But mostly, it's a case of getting his attention so he'd look at the camera. That's the extent of making him "pose". As for the rest, I just get ready to shoot when the moment comes (believe me, kids do things that are naturally cute). I think that's the most important aspect of child photography - capturing THE precious moment. We can dress them up in nice-looking clothes, use colorful and cute toys and props, but no matter what we do, if they're not in the mood or in the "zone", all we'd get are staged photos. As for those really special photographs, candid is the way to go, so the best advice I could give is to BE READY. Be quick with the shutter, be fast in changing the settings. Well, that's based on my own wonderful experience.)
Anyway, curious question : who holds the Guinness record for being the "most photographed kid"? Is Seven close to breaking the record? Haha!
Thanks for looking. =)
October 7th holds a special place in me and my wife Anie's hearts. It's the date of her parents' (Lorna and Ronnie) wedding anniversary. It's the birthdate of my uncle, one of the coolest I have, Jun (who also happens to be a godfather in our wedding).
It also was exactly a year ago today...when we found out Anie was pregnant. And as we all know by now, that baby turned out to be cute little Seven. The wait was over, the anticipation began, and the joy hasn't stopped since.
Anie and I got married on the day of our 7th anniversary as a couple, December 4th, 2009. The plan was to wait a year before we start on trying to conceive our child. Being a sucker for numbers, I wanted our first child to be born on November 11, 2011 (11/11/11 for our 1st born, pretty cool, huh?). Needless to say, and if you just turn that date 9 months backward, it was around February 2011 when Anie should have gotten pregnant. Well, there are things we can't control, and pregnancy was definitely one thing we couldn't. It took a while, and after 6 months and a lot of prayers, God finally rewarded us.
It was the morning of October 7 last year, when Anie took a pregnancy kit test, one of the many she took during the past few months, but the first that came out positive. We. Were. Ecstatic. But we wanted to confirm with her gynecologist first (Dr. Myrna Purugganan of St. Luke's) before we shared the news. I couldn't hide my excitement, though, so I posted an obscure photo of the pregnancy test kit with the two positive lines. And what do you know, no one "got" or understood the photo. I guess it served its purpose. Hahaha.
We quickly set an appointment with Dr. Purugganan that afternoon. Before going to her clinic though, we dropped by Tito Jun's birthday celebration. Right then and there we were dying to announce the good news, but we managed to keep our mouths shut. Confirmation first, then our parents next. Then the world.
Although Dr. Purugganan wanted a test after two weeks just to be a hundred percent sure, she told us during our consultation that it was more likely than not that Anie was indeed pregnant. She congratulated us, which was the assurance we needed. We picked up my parents from Tito Jun's party (Anie and I had an eat-and-run), and on our way home, we told them the welcome news. That evening, we then celebrated Anie's parents' anniversary. Of course, she broke the good news during dinner. Everyone was happy. I remember hoping for Anie to get pregnant so that our Christmas would be happier, sort of my Christmas wish. And we got it! Six months late, but we got it. =)
7 and a half months later, Anie gave birth to Seven (May 24). And a year to the day we found out our baby was coming, we again celebrated Mama Lorna and Papa Ronnie's wedding anniversary. It's their 33rd, and our first with sunny Seven. Happy times.
It's been a wonder of a year. Our life is so much different now...for the better. Makes looking back all the more sentimental.
To God be the glory. Thank 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.