Point of View

I gave the kids my little Olympus pen camera the other week and let them take some pictures around the house with one instruction: Take photos of things you think are interesting.  

There were a lot of photos that were so blurry that you couldn’t tell what they were taking a photo of, but there were also some gems among the shots. I’ve studied these photos for a few days and have really enjoyed seeing the world from my children’s point of view. When I pick up the camera, I am always looking for things I find visually appealing and tend to skip over those spaces and things that I find disheveled or ordinary. 

I really love how these photos capture the real space of our home: A banged up floor board, the “time-out” chair outside our bathroom with a pile of crumbs that need to be swept. A pile of laundry and mismatched socks waiting to be put away.

But they also captured some images that could be deemed traditionally appealing: A sunspot among the shadows on the wall of the hallway, a moment of cuddling on the couch, and our dog, Bailey, sitting like a statue on a weathered chair. 

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I plan to do this more often and hope to build an album of photos from their point of view. I think it will be interesting to see how their photo composition and subjects will change as they grow. It is a great reminder that perspective is relative - where I might skip over, they may stop to marvel. 

Even the ordinary is beautiful to someone. 

Love,

M

P.S.  My comments are back up and working! Woo hoo. Special thanks to Bobbi at Ready to Blog to get them back up and running. With her help, I’m looking forward to launching a new blog design soon too!

The Rundown: 2 years, 10 months & 18 months

Everly and Arlo,

I sat down last night to edit photos from your past two months and write this post with all of the details about your growth and eating habits and new quirks, like I have done since you were both born.  But after writing a solid page of text, I felt compelled to erase it all. Every word.

I love tracking your milestones. I love watching you grow. I love going back and reading about what you were doing at 8 months or 1 year or just two months ago (because honestly, the tiny details of each phase do start to fade from my mind as new ones take their place) but this month I just want to take a moment to recognize where we are.

The question of “How are the kids?” is usually the first anyone asks me.  I just want you to know that it’s hard to contain the  gratitude I feel when I can tell anyone who asks that the two of you are fantastic - healthy and growing.

We have settled into a place of great check-ups with doctors and 8 hours of sleep at night. The two of you have grown so close as siblings. You’re both busting out the toes of your footie pajamas and shirts that fit fine last week are too small the next. As a family, we’ve really found our rhythm lately.

I know first hand that there are no guarantees and things can (and will) change as we walk this path together…But right now, the inches don’t matter and I’m not counting molars and it’s ok if you both refuse to eat broccoli.

Things are good.

Really, really good.

And that’s all the update I need.

Love,

Mama

Everly is known as the “hugger” everywhere she goes. At school, at church, at the park, amongst cousins and friends. She is a super affectionate kid, and as I’ve mentioned in the past - her full body lovefest is not always welcome. We are constantly reminding her to respect other children’s wishes regarding personal space.
But when it comes to little brothers… all bets are off. Arlo is Everly’s number one target for her affections. It often seems that she is under his spell as much as Brent and I when it comes to soaking in his cuteness. She will get right up next to him, bite down on her own lip as if she is trying to contain herself, and then wrap her arms around him and plant a big kiss on his cheek. “HE IS CUTE!” she will squeak at me in her little voice and then back she goes to kissing him again
Arlo always laughs and giggles when she does this, and even more recently has started to greet her with a wide open, slobbery kiss of his own. I think being totally comfortable with constant in-your-face loving is the sort of thing you only get to experience as a younger sibling- when all you’ve ever known since the minute you opened your eyes is another little person patting your head and hugging your body into theirs and giving you open mouth kisses all of the time.
He doesn’t get much personal space around these parts, but he definitely gets more than his share of affection. Gives new meaning to the term “tough love”, I suppose.
Love,
M

Everly is known as the “hugger” everywhere she goes. At school, at church, at the park, amongst cousins and friends. She is a super affectionate kid, and as I’ve mentioned in the past - her full body lovefest is not always welcome. We are constantly reminding her to respect other children’s wishes regarding personal space.

But when it comes to little brothers… all bets are off. Arlo is Everly’s number one target for her affections. It often seems that she is under his spell as much as Brent and I when it comes to soaking in his cuteness. She will get right up next to him, bite down on her own lip as if she is trying to contain herself, and then wrap her arms around him and plant a big kiss on his cheek. “HE IS CUTE!” she will squeak at me in her little voice and then back she goes to kissing him again

Arlo always laughs and giggles when she does this, and even more recently has started to greet her with a wide open, slobbery kiss of his own. I think being totally comfortable with constant in-your-face loving is the sort of thing you only get to experience as a younger sibling- when all you’ve ever known since the minute you opened your eyes is another little person patting your head and hugging your body into theirs and giving you open mouth kisses all of the time.

He doesn’t get much personal space around these parts, but he definitely gets more than his share of affection. Gives new meaning to the term “tough love”, I suppose.

Love,

M

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