My son took his Lumix (the one Fake Aunt Sheryl gave him last year, along with the Team Umizoomi bag she made for it) to school for show and tell last week, and came back with several intriguing photos, including this one. Fun to see his classroom from his perspective — and to see his attempts at artsy photos.
He also came back with a camera lens that was cockeyed from a classmate obviously dropping it on the floor. Luckily, I was able to get it realigned with a little elbow grease, and my son still learned an important lesson about who you trust with your stuff.
I got a text from Aaron just before lunch on Friday: “Are you able to talk?”
Usually, daytime conversations with my husband while I’m at work are epic things — illnesses, house-related calamities, etc. I was relieved that this was regarding a loose tooth.
I always write these in the second person — to you, Connor — with the intention of you reading them at some point in the future. Maybe when you’re old enough to understand what a blog is, or maybe when I assemble them into a print volume someday.
If I wanted to explain to you what a blog was, though, you could probably read most of this on your own right now, with not much help. (Although you’d get bored of reading so many words without pictures.)
You know about the internet a little. You know that we can buy things from the internet (Amazon), and you know that we can ask the internet questions (Google), and you know that I like to post pictures to Instagram, and that Pusheen the cat has an Instagram account. Someday, you’re going to need access to the internet for school, and your Dad and I are totally going to be those annoying parents who won’t let you have a Facebook page (or whatever the new hotness will be in the year 2020) and who will totally monitor your internet usage and your phone and everything.
But let’s not jump forward too fast. You’re already doing a good enough job of that.
Although they’re no longer babies by any means, the Baby Taco Party tradition continues. Connor and Harper love getting together over traditional Mexican food (and so do their parents).
[Taken 1 October 2016]
This was the last frame from the maiden voyage of the Cosina CX-2, precursor to the Lomo LC-A. Expect an actual in-depth review sometime soon, but the tl;dr version is that Lomo did a pretty good job of copying this camera, for the most part, but the Cosina feels a bit more reliable.
I haven’t taken my Lomo for a spin for a good seven years or so, mainly because if I want a compact film camera that can be fully automatic, I’ll just take the Olympus XA — and I rarely want that high-contrast “Lomo” look about my photos these days. The Cosina, though… it has all the charm of my LC-A with none of the fuss. It might get some time to shine.
Just light enough
For me to still pick him up
And carry him up the stairs
On my hip
Just tall enough
That his head
Lays on my shoulder
Just young enough
To still want to cuddle
With his mommy
I want to bottle these moments
Freeze them in time
Put them in an album
So I can relive these perfect hugs
When his lanky limbs have grown
This is how we roll on Saturday mornings: Connor gets to play with his iPhone while I shower. He and his phone used to fit neatly under the lap quilt, but not so much anymore.
Just for fun, I launch up the Timehop app pretty much daily, just to see what I posted to social media on this day in years past. Today, as I was scrolling through photos of my son, tweets about weight loss and running, and photos of snow, I swiped to see this face staring back at me, with the one-word caption, “Worried.”
It was a feeling I remembered well. It was the day I learned I was pregnant. (more…)
[Taken 7 Jan 2017 by Connor, age 5]
Aaron being a goofball (what? never!) as captured by Connor with the camera given him by Fake Aunt Sheryl.