Emily over at The Anderson Crew has a lovely idea – Thursday is ‘Embrace The Camera’ day… Click on the picture above (or the button over to right below my categories) to go over to her blog.
Basically, it’s a way to ensure that you take photos with you in them.
It’s so easy in the hustle and bustle and busy-ness of every day to miss moments. And before you know it, weeks or even months may go by without you taking photos to remind yourself of the now.
I write ‘you’ but of course I mean me. This way, I’m committing to taking a picture at least once a week. And not a perfectly posed, ‘I’ve showered this week and my hair is not greasy’ kind of photo… A real ‘this is my life right now’ kind of photo.
I find that kind of photo hard to take. Who wants to show off their bad hair days?
No need to show them off. Even if you just save the photo onto your computer and don’t look at it again, it’s evidence of you and your life on this day. One day you can go back and look through all your dodgy photos and have a good ol’ reminisce and chuckle… That’s awesome!
Go on, do it.
Eek -terrible light/shadows! But at least we have photographic evidence of sunshine in Plymouth, UK.
My Embrace The Camera moment. Proudly showing off my washed hair and my spring-hayfever-red-eyes 🙂
Wow, today Little Man is 6 months old.
I can’t quite believe how quickly the time has flown by. I mean, everyone warned me it would, but in those first few weeks it’s hard to imagine it EVER feeling like time has passed quickly.
Happy Half Birthday!
But, the beautiful boy is half a year old.
And in a few months, I will be 30.
I think it’s time for me to acknowledge that I am, in actual fact, a grown up.
I really want a typewriter. A proper old manual one, with spindly keys and a noisy carriage and an ink ribbon.
I can get one for a reasonable price on eBay (although the postage cost is usually almost as much, if not more than, the actual typewriter). The ribbons too, can be sourced fairly easily and cheaply online.
But I am doing the sensible thing and exercising restraint, waiting until I go back to work and we are no longer on maternity leave rations. LOML is impressed with the sensibility of my decision, which feels good, but I still don’t like to wait. In fact, thinking about what I can afford when I go back to work makes me look forward to going back.
Humans are, I think, by nature pretty selfish creatures. And I don’t mean this in a negative, cynical way. I think it’s just a fact. Being married has been revealing for me because my self-centredness clashes with my desire to make someone else happy; to put their needs above mine. And having a child means that I can never be truly selfish again because there is another little person who needs my time and energy more than I do.
So really, I can wait for that typewriter because of my time not my money. I know myself, I am still too selfish to have a typewriter. I will think to myself, Little Man can play by himself for just a couple of minutes while I type this. Instead of being there with him, using my time and my energy on him, playing and cuddling and singing and being.
When I look back on my life, will I regret not hacking away at a noisy typewriter, or not squeezing in every moment I possibly could of my boy’s fleeting babyhood?
I still want a typewriter. But I am not ready for one. Not yet.
Hermes Baby, or My Baby?