Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Three years, One Month and Twenty Odd Days, or 'Why can't she take a hint?!'
I've mentioned it ten zillion times already and no one seems to be impressed by it at all, but I've taken photos of both of my sons every day since they were born. I've tried to capture everything, the good days, the bad days. Oldest and then Littlest, sleeping, crying, laughing, playing with their favourite toys, with their friends, eating, learning new things.
I like to look at the photos and remember that for a few weeks, Littlest's favourite toy was a blue spaceman that he'd clutch for dear life and that Oldest would concentrate really hard when he was playing with his wooden train set. I've always believed it was the details, the small over-looked things that when you add them all is what makes a life special.
I've enjoyed my photos-a-day. I have. But it's time I took a hint, really. After days and days of photos like the above, where Oldest covers his face, turns away or hides. When everytime I pull the camera out he yells 'NO PHOTOS MOMMY, NO PHOTOS' So for his sanity, I will stop. Photos every day will continue until Littlest hides or covers his face (may that be years from now), but I will no longer include Oldest in this particular brand of parent-child torture.
It won't feel the same.