Showing posts with label newborn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label newborn. Show all posts

2.17.2010

Carter's newborn photos.

"My mom named him Carter, but I call him juice box. Juice Box Ross." Mya Ross, age 3

Now that he's almost 2 months old, I suppose I should post his newborn photos. It's a lot harder to be the photographer when you're also the recovering mom. So we split the shoot up to a few different days. And he really didn't want to be on his stomach. But I made him anyway.

I was slightly delusional before I had him--thinking I'd have time....time to do anything. In reality, I've had time to do nothing. Well, besides hold him. Which is actually something. I love holding him. And wish I could do it all day. And so does he.

So far we're surviving 3 kids. Still not thriving, but at least surviving. He's fussy. His tummy hurts. And he pukes. all the time. So we both smell like rotten milk which is awesome. They say he'll outgrow it. We're hoping that comes soon. But we love him anyway. And love having him as part of our family. Now we just have to teach Jaida how to change diapers and we'll be set.

I know most people do newborn photos with the baby naked. Frankly, I don't like getting crapped (or peed) on. And I'm partial to onesies. So we kept the clothes on.
















































12.09.2009

Babies on the brain.

I'm way behind on blogging. And now blogging out of order. But I just finished editing this so I figured I'd blog it while I'm at it.

Newborns are a good excuse for family pictures. And newborns definitely need their pictures taken. This little guy is my neighbor. And he was only 5 days old. And if I wasn't having a baby in 3 weeks (yikes), I may have tried to steal him. And thankfully only his mom got whizzed on, not me, so I was happy.



































11.30.2009

Motivation.

It's worse this time than I remember before. The motivation level while pregnant. It's pretty much non-existent. Rolling out of bed (yes, I have to roll) and putting clothes on (and by "clothes" i mean sweats) is about where my motivation stops. And then I just want to crawl back in bed again. Doesn't help that my 3 year old thinks sleeping through the night is optional and that requesting apple juice at 2 in the morinng is perfectly acceptable.

I'm ready for one of these. Newborns. Love them. And NEVER have I ever wished for my newborns to be back in my belly. I miss nothing about pregnancy when it's over. Nothing. Newborns are heavenly. Can't wait.

For now, enjoy this little lady. And hopefully soon I'll be more motivated because I have plenty to do.




11.09.2009

Newly born.

I love me some newborns. I am soooo beyond ready for one of these. Only ours better come out a boy. :)