Lifestyle, Fashion +Wedding Photographer, Sharla Pike
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If you haven't read scary mommy's blog your missing out. I recently got to photograph little Maverick his mommy,Rachel Cracks me up so much I thought she'd relate to this post about baby number 3, lots of it is sarcastic of course but good for a laugh:) Congratulations on little Maverick he is so lucky to have two big sisters, to love and boss him around:) HAVING BABY NUMBER THREE-www.scarymommy.com When you have your first child, you become the center of the universe. No one has ever had a baby before, this is the most important event in the history of the world. You are able to rest and nap every day. You walk around like an earth mother, hand on your belly, waiting, waiting, waiting for a ‘proper’ bump. You feel calm and smile a lot. You love the nausea and vomiting because it means your baby is growing. You eat fresh organic food, abstain from alcohol, and take all your vitamins. You never want it to end. You are overwhelmed with information and advice. People feel compelled to tell you their horror labour stories. Your obstetrician actually talks with you. You have baby showers and play games where someone smushes a Ferrero Rocher into a nappy and pretends it’s a baby poo. You think it’s slightly gross.People bend over backwards to help, to shop, to give you their old baby clothes. People are excited for you. They want to touch your bump. Everyone asks if it’s your first and when you say ‘yes’ they give you a big warm smile. They tell you it will be the most amazing thing that has ever happened to you. You believe them. You read books like What to Expect When You’re Expecting, subscribe to parenting magazines and sign up to online baby forums. You spend months decorating the nursery, making sure everything coordinates. You spend hours researching SIDS and developmental milestones, you buy all the latest safety gear, harnesses, slings, and bouncers. You put special plugs in all the empty power sockets, and put all the poisons and medicines in a high locked cupboard accessible only with a six-digit combination and certain phases of the moon. You carefully cut the tags out of baby clothes so they don’t scratch your little darling, and wash everything twice in super-soft, extra-sensitive, environmentally friendly, baby-friendly organic detergents. You vow to never give your baby a pacifier, they won’t suck their thumb, you will breastfeed on demand, you will turn them every night so they don’t get a flat head. They won’t watch TV until they are eight, and only then educational, G-rated programs. They will never own a computer game, never use a mobile phone, never get any piercings, and you will not allow a single piece of commercially branded rubbish (like Dora or Disney) enter your house. Your child will be a Nobel Prize winner. When you have your second child, your toddler is the center of the universe. You have forgotten all the ‘baby’ stuff, and can only dwell on your pregnancy at night when the toddler is sleeping. You are unable to sleep during the day because the toddler has just dropped their nap. You look like you are six months pregnant by the time you hit the second trimester. You feel harassed and yell a lot. You love the nausea and vomiting because it means you get five minutes to yourself in the bathroom. You eat your toddlers leftovers, try to abstain from alcohol, and remember to take your vitamins sometime in the middle trimester. It feels like it will never end. You are pissed off with information and advice. People feel compelled to tell you their horror stories about toddlers locking the baby in the cupboard. You forget to attend half your obstetrician appointments. You get a few cards in the mail from friends and family, but no parties. You drag What to Expect off the shelf and leave it in the loo for the two minutes you get to yourself each day. You start reading your parenting magazines and online forums for advice about siblings and making the transition easy on your toddler. You unceremoniously dump your toddler out of the cot and tell them they are now a ‘big girl’ in a bed. You throw out some broken toys, re-wash the crib sheets, buy some new wall stickers and a box of newborn diapers. The nursery is now done. You look at all the harnesses, slings, and bouncers from your first baby, most of which are still in the box, and consider using them this time. Your toddler has taken all the special plugs out of the empty power sockets and is still alive, so you don’t replace them. The poisons are under the sink with a child-proof lock. The medicines are next to the wine and spirits above the fridge, easily accessible for only those over five feet. You rewash the old baby clothes in your normal detergents, throwing out the ones which look totally dodgy. You buy a new packet of pacifiers and leave them near the crib. You’ll certainly need them. They will only watch TV when you are really tired, really grumpy or trying to make dinner. You consider Netflix to be an investment in your sanity. You will try and wait until they are three before they get a computer game. They will never get any piercings. Dora and Disney toys are an accepted part of life. You forget all about birth plans and look forward to your time in hospital as a break from the chaos at home. You leave the scented candles at home, and instead pack your laptop because you plan to Facebook your entire hospital stay. You have new pajamas, but only because the other ones haven’t fit for over two years. You don’t care how the baby comes out, but you are wondering whether you will be able to breastfeed as passionately as you did last time, and buy a pump and some bottles, just in case. And some formula.
Most baby showers are filled with Pink or blue balloons... they play mainstream baby shower games like "what chocolate bar is in the diaper" and "what's on the baby tray memory game" Well... not this Shower! It was like we stepped foot into Mexican paradise, complete with delicious looking Mexican food, a margarita machine, tequila bar and cactus balloons. It was so beautifully styled and decorate by the mommy to be! Christina is a free spirited talented stylist, press/media relations gal at Gypsy soul designs.I love how every day of her pregnancy her style never changed, no boring maternity clothes for this girl! She rocks that baby belly like no other, not a lot of women would be brave enough to show off that cute baby bump it was so refreshing to meeting someone like her. Christina your baby is going to be so loved, I could tell your surrounded by such wonderful friends and family, and Im sure your little man will be the best styled babe in town:) Thank you for having me capture your AMAZING shower it was so fun to finally meet you all:) PS- for those of you who need to hear this Christina was not drinking tequila, she was making all her friends drink it;) lol
So I got thinking the other day... and I realized that Rachel was one of my FIRST maternity shoots as a "professional" photographer- Fast forward 8 years later, and I had the privilege of photographing their maternity session for their Third (and I am told FINAL baby) I am thinking that My photography has changed a lot since that first shoot! lol I JUMPED for glee when Rachel contacted me about photos , I mean LOOK at this family, they are a photographers DREAM, US Asian's are pretty good looking...ummm I mean they are...lol (inside joke) Their session last spring is still one of my favorites however this one may even take the cake. Rachel isn't a snow/cold person, and admittedly neither am... I however I was very excited to hear that we were going to wait for snow for this session. I AM SO GLAD WE DID! The photos in the snow turned out gorgeous , the backdrop of the snow covered trees almost looks fake!! I can't wait to share the rest of the photos with you guys but for now here is the sneak peek! Love you guys and I am so happy for your family, can't wait to meet the new addition to the family soon! xoxo