A day in the life | Jesse's birthday!
After number one made his appearance smack bang in the middle of Christmas Day 2013, I knew we'd try to avoid a Winter baby next time. Not because I don't love his festive name day, but because a birthday and Christmas in one fell swoop is more than enough to handle without throwing another Winter occasion into the mix. It's always felt a bit like fate that Jesse is an August baby, after the way he enjoyed nothing more than being shrouded in blankets and warmth as a newborn, and after the way he now relishes in de-clothing and racing around in the buff at the mere hint of sunshine. The first hurrah saw a big barbecue birthday bash with all the family, far & wide, invited, but this year we decided to tone it down and simply enjoy the day as a family unit, laying on a miniature tea party for those who wanted to pop round and see him on his special day.
We started the day with a lazy morning in bed before bounding downstairs for present-opening; absolutely no one was more excited than Archie who I think had assumed birthdays were a shared experience so each of ours were equally his. Jesse spent almost the entire day wearing his crown which you'd imagine I'd have to bribe to keep on his head, but quite the opposite, he loved being a prince for the day and completely refused to renounce his throne at any point. Martin had to work so whizzed off after the unveiling of the main present (a huge garish plastic Thomas coaster that toddlers love), followed by birthday cake for breakfast and a few glorious hours of peace whilst they were both sucked into the novelty of all the new things.
Post-naptime, we got Nanny on board the birthday train and headed to McDonalds for a special birthday lunch and a trip to the park for a quick cliché photoshoot with a number 2 balloon twice Jesse's size. As my grandparents, parents and Aunty were planning on popping over at different intervals throughout the day, we decided we may as well bring them together for a mini celebration and toast to our wondrous boy and so that's what we did. Once Martin arrived home, we all broke into a strong rendition of happy birthday and everyone devoured even more chocolate cake and Prosecco (adults only - any excuse).
Each month, since the beginning of the year, I've spent at least one day shooting our everyday moments and putting together a DITL photo diary and it's become something I look forward to and revel in. Capturing those days that are also special occasions are even more of a bonus, something even though I've only just published, I already can't wait to look back at. So, if you're reading this from the future, happy birthday baby Blue; seeing you grow (too quickly *sobs*) into such a beautiful little man is a pleasure, and having a kid that will happily wear a birthday crown is utter heaven for a camera Mum!