One of my New Year’s resolutions this year was to take the time to capture my own family more frequently. With my real camera. Not my phone. All too often, it is so easy to just lift that palm sized camera while scrolling Facebook and grabbing a quick snap. But, sadly, those photos don’t print all that well and with my sweet littles always on the move, I don’t always catch the moment before it’s gone. I’m hoping to stay on track with printing these and putting them in an actual photo album for them to look back on over the years. My last trip home, I brought back a photo album and a box of photos from my childhood. It was amazing to look back on those memories and to see so much of my children’s faces in my own and in the faces of my loved ones.
This was a random Thursday morning. My middle child is currently obsessed with her Elsa PJs. My oldest child couldn’t be less interested in clothes. And my youngest is still in that “lump on a log” stage. (but not for long…she’s 6 months old as of the day these were taken! ) The kids were playing in the dining room when I started skulking around the house with my camera. My son was crushing kinetic rocks, while sitting on top of the dining table, naturally. My daughter disappeared into her room, where I found her making me all sorts of delicious food in her kitchen. The next thing I know, we were having a full on photo shoot day! Both of the older kids got their cameras out. My son focused his attention on capturing me or the dog…whomever was the most amicable subject at the time. My daughter, clearly on her way to being a newborn photographer, started snapping photos of her doll in the stroller. Meanwhile, the baby kicked and babbled in the crib watching us with wide eyes. I can already see the love of this art forming for her as well.
As you can tell…this was all so spontaneous that my daughter’s room is a mess. And that’s ok. That’s real life. One day, I’ll miss the toys and the footie PJs strewn across the floor. And lucky for me… I’ll have this day to return to again…when my babies were content to take photos, crush rocks, and make their mama yummy plastic snacks.