littlerock photography

Angus 2nd month

I have already resolved myself to the fact that child #2 will have a much smaller album to #1. So in an effort to achieve quality over quantity, I will be taking a little shoot of Angus each month in the same outfit, on the same rug to see how he grows.

In these photos he is 5.5 weeks old. He is still feeding twice a night usually at 1 and 4am and likes to par-tay from 5.30am or so, but thankfully as daddy is an ex-rower (and so therefore is fine with early starts), I get to doze away with earplugs in. We've had a few little smiles but nothing too major yet. He is clocking up the kilojoules and is weighing in at 5.5kg.

For those who missed it, click here to see him in the 1st month.

The newest kid on the block

Bec and I live literally around the corner from each other and have 'enjoyed' the pregnancy journey together. So it was pretty exciting to meet Calista Cate, sister to Adelaide Alice who was one of the first babies I photographed 18 months ago. I am sure Angus and Calista will become friends as they share babychinos over the next year at our local cafes.

Littlerock #2. Meet Angus.

Last Thursday we welcomed our second son, Angus Bennett into the world. It was a bit sudden as I was induced when he was looking a little sluggish on the monitor. Thankfully the birth went well and we are overcome with love for our little boy.

Becoming a mum all over is an emotional rollercoaster. Since about 30 weeks I really struggled to be joyful in pregnancy. The lack of sleep, reflux and a million more unmentionables that pregnant women bear. But within minutes of him arriving, all was forgotten and I thought 'I could do it again!'. The anethesist asked if he would see me again in a couple of years? I said 'we'll see'. Then he asked, 'What do you already have at home?', to which I replied 'Another boy'... and he said 'You'll be back... mother's of two boys are always back'. To which I had a chuckle. Maybe he's right.

I have cried tears already over him leaving home one day to find a wife. I am saddened already that he will hit the terrible twos and his 'innocence' will be lost. I am sad already that he will outgrow his newborn clothes and not be my teeny tiny baby.

Having said that, noone wants an eighteen year old in 0000's.

Such are the weird, topsy turvy, irrational, illogical thoughts of me this week.

Here are some pics I took today on the floor. I haven't posed him, undressed him or even been bothered to cover his Huggies nappy. I am too tired for that, having fed him four times overnight... but isn't he beautiful? As his middle name means... a 'blessing' from God and for us.

Friday night 'Cars'

After a big morning out today at a ministry wives training day, followed by a spot of sale shopping at Witchery... Ollie and I were beat. Given that he was 'stimulated' for 4 hours at creche this morning, I felt no guilt as he watched his precious 'Cars' (sense a theme with this boy?) and I put my jarmies on... at 5pm.

After an hour or so I thought it might be nice to get some snaps to make the most of the lazy moments. He is becoming quite the model... happily posing... but eyes never shifting from the TV (except to look at a CD!).

Happy Friday night!