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POTD | DAY 22

I accidentally jammed Jaedon’s finger in the door this morning, in the process of putting him in his room for being naughty.  So not only was he upset because he was in trouble but also because he now had a throbbing, slightly squashed finger.  What’s a mum to do in that situation.  There’s not much thought to it really - this is where the nuturing side kicks in and over-rides any pre-existing condition. Of course I forget about whatever he’s done and take him into my arms, trying to make the world a better place one hug at a time.

Gradually the tears subsided, and the sobs grew quieter. Calm enough to listen I asked him if he wanted a sticker (code-name for ‘band-aid’ or ‘plaster’) to make his finger feel better? He managed to squeeze out a feeble Yes, please, then proceeded to direct me as to where to place it.  There, that was better.  The world was suddenly a better place. 

It’s remarkable how much better his finger was feeling, especially given he asked me to put the sticker on his forehead.

Day22

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POTD | DAY 17

Sometimes I look at her and I forget to exhale. I hold my breath for a few brief moments and absorb everything that is her, too scared to breathe out again.

Day17

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Nine

Children's Photography MelbourneHe makes my heart sing for many reasons. And he fills me with pride for as many more.
I look at each of the above images and think (other than how desperately he needs a hair cut) of the many ways he makes me feel awesomely glad to be his mum.

1. He trusts me. Implicitly.
2. His cheeky grin makes him look just like his daddy. Adorable.
3. He doesn’t just look, he sees. Right inside of me. He is incredibly perceptive.
4. He is faithful. Just like a puppy.
5. He is confident and independent.
6. He is goofy. And ever so loveable.
7. He is sincere. And open.
8. Innocent and pure.
9. Crazy. Happy. Joyful. Playful. Just plain fun to be around.

But mostly he just is. He is everything I would want in a child. In a son. Well, almost. If he ate his vegetables then he’d be perfect.

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Sneak Peek: Baby Jacob

Late last year I got to photograph this gorgeous little boy

who has somehow grown up in the last 8 months (as babies have a habit of doing) and turned into this impossibly more gorgeous little boy (is that bad grammar??)

I was extremely privileged to be asked by his mummy and daddy to photograph his christening.  It was unlike any other christening I’ve been to. In a great way, of course.
I’m used to the stock-standard aussie-style christening, not the beautifully traditional celebration that is a Macedonian christening.  And do these guys know how to celebrate.  I often forgot I was there to work, I was enjoying it so much.
The day started at Jacob’s house as I, along with the videographer, captured everyone getting ready.  The little man of the day was in a great mood from the get go, which made my job nice and easy.  What a great little personality he’s developed.

Mum was smart and asked for a few family shots to be taken while everyone was all prettied up.  These are a couple of my favourites (the light in their house is just divine!!!)  And if I forgot to mention it – Snez, you looked stunning!

From there it was on to the ceremony, which I absolutely adored.  I’m convinced I was the only mono-lingual person there, and mistakenly mistook the priest to be speaking in Latin. I wondered how everyone else was doing such a great job of following what he was saying *insert blush here*.
It was such a wonderful service, even being unable to understand it, and so many lovely images that I had a hard time choosing what to share here.  But one image that jumped out at me was this one

It spoke a lot to me about the relationship between father and son.  As an observer throughout the day I saw a lot of love pass between them, and it was a very special thing to witness.  Daddy was clearly proud of his little boy, as he should be.  And it’s being able to capture these emotions and moments that endears me so much to what I do.

After the christening ceremony, it was on to the reception. Think lots of food, lots of dancing, and loads of celebrating going on and you’ll have a rough idea what it was like.
I was super impressed with how well Jacob took it in stride.  I’m not even sure I saw him cry, not even once, all day.  Not that it was easy getting him to smile.  I think I’d been dubbed ‘the crazy lady’ by the end of the night, and my tongue had gone numb from blowing raspberries for the duration.
I just love this shot, though not my usual style, taken almost at the end of the evening.

We’d snuck out to one of the reception rooms, decorated with French-style decor, which suited his christening outfit just perfectly.  While mum and dad were chatting to some guests he was putting on quite the show for me.

And lastly, for now, is a shot which sums up the day for me.

I would easily say a wonderful time was had by all that were there, myself included.  Snez and Tony – thank you so much for the honour of recording this very special day for you all.  I can’t wait to share the rest of the images with you

Narrelle x

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About a Boy

He was ten or so small-boy-sized paces behind me when I resorted to begging. Please, Jaedon.  Put your fast feet on or the train will go and we’ll miss it. We had loads to do. We had trains to catch, then trams after that, then some walking, then more trains and trams.  I could have driven.  It probably would have been easier, and certainly a lot faster, but I’d decided catching the train would be more fun.  As I watched what little impact my begging had on him I realised I was taking all the fun out of it by demanding he hurry up, or walk quicker every two minutes. Not that he was listening anyway.
So I stopped.  The trains ran every 15 minutes, so it was no big deal really. And I watched. I smiled as he precisely and methodically took each step, taking great care to step on the cracks.  It’s a good thing those childhood rhymes don’t come true. I waited patiently as he stopped every half minute to examine a rock, a stick, a gum nut, or whatever else presented itself by the side of the path.  And my insides bubbled as he squealed with delight, almost knocked over by the enthusiastic, slobbery tongue of an elderly man’s dog.  Then I listened, delighted and proud, as he proceeded to excitedly re-tell his day so far, as man and dog both appeared to hang on every word.  He was in his element.
We even managed to find some time to visit the playground.  It was right across from the station, and as we played I counted three trains go past.  I knew the day was coming to an end, and I probably wouldn’t finish all the things I needed to, but they could wait.  This moment wouldn’t.
As I watched him throw his body, frightfully, from one piece of equiptment to the other, not realising how many heart attacks he was giving me, I was struck by how much of a boy he is. And how free in spirit and full of wonder he is. And how he delights in each moment, creating his own sense of joy.  I have a lot to learn from my son.
I wonder if he ever thinks to himself, Please, mummy.  Put your slow feet on, or life will go by and you’ll miss it.

Narrelle x

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