Every child loves playtime… and I think everything is playtime when you are under a certain age… for most, playtime is essential, even as adults.
I got a new lens to play around with and my one-year-old happily played in his room while I snapped away. He is always watching me. Even when he is deep into his games, he knows when I am there and when I have snuck away for a moment. I wish I could get him and I interacting with our silly games that we play together… that day will be coming up soon when I have one of my colleagues photograph my family again and I look forward to this day each year. I am rarely in any photographs because I am the one taking them all the time. I want to make sure that my kiddos know that I was present, too.
Baby J loves to tell me stories and he also loves to see himself in my lens as a click the shutter on my camera. We play silly games all the time and sometimes he will slow down so we can read a few books together… and sometimes he likes to eat his stories… he is, after all, at that age where he likes to chomp on his board books. haha
Later in the day, my daughter had her friend from across the street come over for a short time after dinner and they pulled out all of the board games and she picked him up and lugged him around the living room as she likes to do to a lot of her friends… Making sure everyone knows just how strong she is! The baby happily watched her do this and played with David’s cell phone (as he always does and ends up calling David’s friend, Turner, in the process). We also watched the birthday balloons, leftover from his one-year birthday party a couple of weeks earlier, as the cat chased them around as they loomed closer to the ground.
Bedtime. The dreaded bedtime. Brushing teeth is a tedious task in my house for the 6-year-old. That being said, I felt like capturing it and it took all I had to keep her from just staring at me with a ridiculous look on her face! I told her… as best as she could, pretend I am not here. I know why it takes her sooooo long to brush her teeth — because she is always, always, always messing around in the bathroom! Silly kid.
Remember to capture your every day. Not just the cute moments, but the ridiculous, the trying, the mundane, the normal. Before you know it, it won’t be your mundane, your normal. It will be something else and you will only have your memory to remind you of it. And, if your memory is anything like mine is after having two kids… well, best of luck to you! 🙂