If it wasn’t for Aunty…

Carolyn, my sister, has been a huge blessing to the family. Not only does she babysit for free, but she also takes those opportunities to photograph the little munchkin. This past time she was here she even made her own set and got baby to smile and pose throughout the day while I was away teaching.

I am not much of a photographer. I am actually not the one who usually thinks to take a picture. However, in recent years, I have become sentimental and soppy in my old, old  age. I realize, looking back on how little photos I have of certain parts of my life, how important it is to take pictures so you can go back and remember. There is no time like the present to take a photo of yourself and those around you to see what you all look like in this time of life. Everyone changes.

Therefore, I am quite happy that there is someone other than myself to make sure that Edmund doesn’t grow up and suddenly I wish I had more pictures of when he was little. Already he is no longer new-bornish. Not that I think they would sell him liquor without asking for an ID, but he certainly looks on the older side of 1 month. How much more will he change in the next couple of months. Well, with my dear sister around, I’ll be able to go back and check. I love looking back and seeing how people were back in the day.

I had a guest over here the other day holding Edmund. I tried to take a couple of pictures of them together before she caught me and told me to stop taking her picture. This actually made me think a little bit about the power of pictures. I know many family members who hate having their picture taken. However, they don’t realize that the picture isn’t for them, its for the people who want to remember them.

Just think about this when you put up your hand because you think you don’t look good enough to have a photo taken. You are depriving others the joy of remembering you in that time. I am quite guilty of not wanting to take pictures at times because I certainly was not ready for it. The vanity struggle is real. I might not have makeup on. I might be wearing unflattering clothing. I might not be at my ideal weight. However, for the person taking the picture, it doesn’t really matter.  What if my Granny wouldn’t let me take a picture of her, Mom,  Edmund, and myself because she didn’t like that her hair is growing thin? It means that I am going to miss out on a family opportunity of getting 4 generations in a shot because she couldn’t sacrifice her vanity. (I use her as an example because she is MORE than willing to be in a picture with her grandson and family).

Anyway, I’ll step off my little soap box now. Enjoy the pictures that Carolyn took of my precious Edmund. I shall treasure them always. And I encourage you to take the opportunity,  if you think of it, to take pictures of life around you. It won’t ever be the same again.



Edmund’s First Expotition…

When is the right time to start camping? Well, for Edmund, he started roughing it at age 1 month. Of course, I don’t mean by this we slept under a tree by night and backpacked through the mountains by day. We simply went up and visited my mom and dad for a few days while they were up at a campground near us. They brought their camper/trailer, so we stayed in there and Edmund took up residence in the bathtub. I brought along a travel bassinet that fit perfectly as a makeshift crib.

It was so nice to be up in the cold crisp mountain air! I think its nice to be able to drive hour and find yourself up where it is beautiful and quiet. I don’t think many people have that privilege. I can’t say I took long walks or any strenuous. I merely read, fed, and looked out at God’s great creation. What more can one ask for? (Oh, and I took a couple of pictures.)


My Little Listener…

Edmund doesn’t like sleep much in the day. Therefore, it doesn’t take long for him to get cranky about having to go to sleep. And, boy, if he knows his little eyelids are closing he will keep them open as long as he possibly can. So it takes skill to finally lull him to the shores of blissful slumber. (He does sleep though, thankfully.Everyone is cranky without enough sleep.)

This means, though, that I don’t get much done, I DO get to read a lot and play with my son. We have thus far read through two ‘Winnie -the-Pooh’ books and ‘Mr. Popper’s Penguins’. I often, when I don’t feel like he really needs a good children’s story, just read whatever I am reading at that moment. He has listened through blog posts, devotions, instructions on how to put his play-crib together, math adventure stories, and much more literature besides. I figure that while he doesn’t have the option to wiggle around and be bored, I’ll read him things I think he should read or I want to read. I’ll keep ‘Go Dog, Go’ and “Goodnight Moon” for later down the road when his attention span can’t handle a full page with no pictures.

Being an Elementary teacher, I am hoping this helps grow a love of listening. I know its silly to think that through some reading his find things, he will suddenly reach 1 year and be understanding and loving the great British authors. But, I do hope that he will develop the love of sitting and listening to my voice, and as that grows it will eventually evolve listening to my voice and story. How else can an imagination be built? I don’t think it happens by accident, but must be cultivated with the world as it is today.

Edmund is a Month Old…

I can’t believe that a month has just flown by! Edmund is already a month old! Of course, I had to try and take a picture. We shall see how long this lasts, but if you can’t start at one, its awfully hard to start afterward.

Thus far, he hasn’t done much other than the usual. (Eat, sleep and play). His doctor’s visit says he is very healthy (Praise God), and he doesn’t see any problems. So I guess I just keep on going with what I am doing. We are trying to teach him the difference between day and night, so this means we play after feeding during the day and we don’t at night. After a little while, being at a good weight and all, he started sleeping a nice long stretch through the night. (Happy Day!) Though I think a new mom can never get enough sleep, I think that a new mom can be VERY thankful for a stretch of un-interupted sleep when it is offered.

He is gaining more control over his neck and head. (Strength isn’t everything.) I find it hilarious that at the doctor’s office, the doc told Edmund he was at the legal limit for number of chins and if he was going to grow anymore, he should get the required permits. Haha. Edmund shows them off to great effect I think.