When I was in my late teens, I was in love with the photography of Anne Geddes. You know, the “famous baby” photos from Friends (from the Elle McPherson episodes). I had diaries, calendars, and when I left for law school in 1994 (how old I feel saying that), I plastered my bathroom at my halls of residence in postcard prints depicting babies in flowers, pea pods and the like.
My favourite of all were the pumpkin babies. Maybe it’s the Disney bride part of me, but there’s something very magical about pumpkins, and two years ago when Little Dragon was born, the mister and I bought the largest pumpkin that we could carry from the patch, intent on snapping Lyoto sitting in it. Except it didn’t happen. The pumpkin rotted before Hallowe’en and there was no way I could put my precious boy into a decomposing gourd. Eww.
So this year was my big chance – a pumpkin baby shot. Except I forgot how cold it is in October in England, and so unless I had a studio (I don’t) the naked baby on pumpkin shot was never going to happen. Undeterred though, we managed to get ourselves a suitably big pumpkin and head off to the woodlands for a pretty cute photo for Baby Hero’s first Hallowe’en, nonetheless. It’s no Anne Geddes, but it’s special to me.
Big brother was close by to lend a hand each time our subject tried to teethe on the pumpkin. He’s so helpful, and Baby Hero lights up when he sees him. How he’s only four I have no idea, he seems like a teenager already.
Finally, after much leaping and rolling around, getting a wet bottom, I got my little memory.
Happy fall, y’all!