I collected a few things - some from the basement, some from the thrift store, some crafted - and started making mental notes about the blankets and outfits I'd use. It basically consumed me for much longer than it should have.
I realized anew with this shoot that I should not take photos of my own kids. The older two pretend to not be able to hear or understand me, while this little cutie only wanted to be in my arms or eating. So not only did prep consume me for too long, but the actual shoot took FOR.EV.ER.
I don't think I need to warn you that there are too many photos in this post.
But really, look at those sleepy eyes. That cute little hand. Those delicious little cheeks and that perfect nose! Look at those adorable bear ears!!
Speaking of bear ears, this is when I tell you that I received the awesomest little "welcome baby" envelop from my super sweet friend and separated at birth twin, Shannon from Googiemomma.
In it was this soft, sweet bear hat that made me squeal a little when I saw it.
I can't get over it. For real. I mean, he's pretty adorable on his own, right?
But this? I die.
That squishy face? Sigh.
This hat was made on the eve of his birth. Along with about 20 others. It's perfectly normal to sew while in labor, right? Just to take your mind off things...
My oldest was a good baby. My daughter was a bit more difficult. This baby? He is so peaceful and calm. He's been that way since birth.
Don't get me wrong. He still has his moments. Whoa, baby. Usually involving food.
But I am more and more convinced every day that we named him accurately. Axel - "Father of peace."
He's starting to smile. I nearly have fits every time I see it.
Doesn't it seem as if he's staring into your heart? This baby loves me. I mean, I can tell. He really, honestly loves me.
I mean, I know all kids love their moms and dads, right? But I can see it in his eyes.
My dear mom made this sweet lamby, which we've named "Baabaa". She also made him a number of blankets. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's been wrapped around that tiny finger. That one, right there.
His brother and sister love him, too. They want to watch him, hug him, touch him, constantly. Although bug is convinced that he cries too much.
I sure do love them.
You know what I find so amazing? How you can love three different people so much...
I can't describe it, and I'm not generally at a loss for words.
I want to slow down this early period. This perfect time when he is in love with me and wants to be near me and depends on me. This teeny tiny time that's so... teeny tiny.
I know that all too soon he'll sprout teeth and start crawling. Then he'll be running around and I'll have to comb his hair. He'll grow out of his tiny newborn clothes. He'll tell me he doesn't want sit in my lap and cuddle.
And even more unfortunately, he'll start talking back.
You know, like the other two do.
So for now, I'll hold tight to this face. Those hands, these cheeks...
I couldn't resist showing you some outtakes. bug and mini kill me, honestly. Look at these two.
He tried to eat the blanket as soon as I put him down... this might be one of my favorites.