March 28, 2013
When we downloaded our last batch of 'real' photos, taken with our Nikon SLR, I realised how little we use it and how much our phones have become the main tool for capturing life's little moments. The downloads went back months, and almost all of them are of Hugo. How he's changed in the last couple of months. No longer a baby, but a bouncing, chirpy, cuddly little pie. He's boisterous, likes a good tickle and a chuck around, he likes twatting things with big sticks, kicking and splashing in the bath tub and chewing on pretty much anything. He's crawling - all that started at 8 months. Not so much crawling as slapping the floor with his hands and pulling himself around, commando style. He's got speed as well as style. He's pulling himself up to standing. Sigh. He also likes to keep me on my toes, some nights sleeping soundly for 12 hours straight, other nights waking twice or more. It's ok. He's been a bit under the weather lately and we all know what it feels like trying to rest when you have a rotten cold. Not only that, but actually, I love to let him breastfeed quietly, letting me stroke his soft, fluffy hair, massage his chunky little feet, kiss his hands... it's such a contrast to his energetic, squawky self of the day time that's suddenly become so aware of exactly what he wants.
Ollie's writing skills are suddenly so impressive. I spelled out the word 'security' (at his request) last night, and he managed almost every letter unaided (even if some of them were upside down and back to front), but the best thing about it was the awesome little house he'd drawn just next to his new word. He loves to sit with his pens, paper and scissors, drawing little pictures, cutting them out, drawing more, cutting more, writing our names on his creations and presenting them to us with great pride. We're in the process of working out where he'll go to school next year and realising what a big decision it is and how life is about to change for him, and for us. In the mean time, he drew the most awesome carrot yesterday.
Max will be three this weekend. Which of course means the 'terrible twos' will officially end. No, that's not fair, it's not terrible. He's a loving boy with a vivid imagination. He likes to pretend he's a frog, a robot, a machine, a garbage truck and his latest alter ego is 'Night Man'... sure he has a fiery (Arian?) temper and knows how best to throw a tantrum, but apart from when I'm dealing with it, it's fine. He's learning to manage his emotions and I get that putting sunscreen on to go kindy is totally not what he wants to do when the alternative is playing Lego City. He's going through the same phase Ollie went through, scowling at the camera and preferring to run around maniacally rather than posing for a photo. It's ok. He's magic with his little brother Hugo. I can't wait to spoil him this weekend. I want to see his kind, sweet and handsome face when he opens his presents, when he blows his candles out, when he eats the chocolate cake I'm planning to make for him.
I'm going to take lots of photos, too. Photographs of chocolate eggs being eaten, of party preparations, of cake being smooshed and gifts being opened. I will try to use our Nikon, but my first choice will surely be my iPhone. I've found that taking photos with my iPhone is so much fun. Little images that would look and feel silly being taken with a giant SLR enable a creative view of the world, one in which I see colours, expressions, light in a way I can't with the SLR. It's a good little game to play, looking for those snippets, seeing things in a hazy, filtered but (paradoxically) eye-opening way. But every now and then I get fed up with my phone the constant checking of work emails, personal emails, facebook, instagram, and so I have no-phone days, when I choose not to look at that screen when there are real life children to look at and proper conversations to have. Of course I never miss taking photos, I could do it all day, I never want to forget a single moment of life with these boys of mine, but those phoneless days, they are a reminder that always looking for a photo maybe makes me miss out on being in the moment instead. And so, they are good days. They are all good days.