Although our Austin doesn’t turn six until the weekend, he celebrated with his class on Saturday. We’d booked a birthday bash at the Discover Story Centre, Stratford (definitely worth checking out if you’re anywhere nearby). I knew I’d be far too busy chatting and having fun with all the year ones to take any decent photos, so I decided to go to the park with Austin and Gwen before we set off, to capture them in their snazzy party gear before it became encrusted with cake.
We’d been sent items from the Rockin’ Baby Autumn/Winter clothing range. Rockin Baby started 13 years ago as Los Angeles company that mainly focused on slings. They’ve since grown at a phenomenal rate, and now sell clothes through to children up to the age of 10, around the world.
What impressed me about this brand was their dedication to charity. They started off by donating a baby sling to mothers in Haiti for every one sold in the US. Now, for every item sold, they give something from their ‘Hero’ children’s range to a mother and child in need, in different countries.
The Rockin’ Baby clothes look good, too. Perfect for an Autumn jaunt to the park. Gwen is wearing a Minkie Faux Fur Vest with a Kathryn Long Sleeved Dress underneath. Austin is sporting an Aspen Fleece Jacket and an Arrow Twofer.
I’m glad we took these photos. As I’d expected, I managed to take less than a handful at the party itself. All of them had other children in, which is fine (I do like to capture our kids with all their friends), but as I don’t post pictures of other children on this blog, I wouldn’t be able to share them here.
Looking at these party morning pictures has made me realise just how quickly my children are growing up. I know that’s a cliche. But so many people remark on it, precisely because it is such a shocker. Child development sneaks up on you, takes you unawares and BOOM before you know it, your baby, who just lies there and gurgles, is telling you that tigers are mammals, and asking how old children have to be before they can live by themselves, without grown-ups.
Happy birthday for Sunday, my son. As I keep saying, you’ll always be a baby in my eyes.