Getting in the Frame | Personal Project

It's an ongoing personal project of mine to get photos of me and my son together whenever I can. When he grows up I want him to have images of us together. Mom + baby. Mom + toddler. Me + him. Proof that I was there, with him. That he's so fun and he makes me laugh and I make him laugh. Proof that I was young and he was small.

I'm behind the camera all the time taking photos of everyone else, but it takes effort to put myself in front of it. It's not easy. I barely have time to brush my teeth some days, so the task of setting up my tripod, making myself look halfway presentable, and then also making sure Jack doesn't have macaroni and cheese on his face can seem daunting.

But then things like this happen.

And it's wonderful.

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Dear Jackson | January 2015 | Loudoun County Toddler Photographer

Dear Jackson,

First, I feel like I have to start off with an apology, it's been too long since my last letter. Big things have happened since I last wrote. You are 19 months old now and it feels like you've taken a great leap into toddlerhood. You talk all the time and you have so many words. You have an attitude and a sense of humor (putting food and stickers on the dogs when they don't notice? hilarity) and an incredible sense of self. You laugh at your own jokes (how adorable is that?) and show off the new things you can do.

You are climbing. On everything. Your dad and I are back to watching you like a hawk because we don't know what you'll climb on (and potentially fall off of) next. You run everywhere. Really, everywhere. You spin in circles, dance, and sing. But really, you're a pretty thoughtful kid. You explore and test things out. Rambunctious is not a word I would use to describe you.

You love Heidi. If it's possible to love a dog too much, you might possibly feel that way about her. But she loves you back. And the food you keep giving her. (p.s. she's gained a few pounds in the last few months, wonder how that happened?) Every morning when you wake up you ask for two things: milk & Heidi.

Love you bunches,

Mom

Dear Jackson | October 2014

Dear Jackson,

You are WALKING.

You took your time with it, but man you are fun. And so so proud of yourself. When you make your way back and forth across a room for the first time, or manage to bypass a minefield of toys littered across the floor, your face breaks out into the biggest smile I have ever seen. You know you've done something pretty darn cool. And you have the funniest waddle gait. And when you run? Imagine Looney Tunes. Your feet move as fast as they can, but you still seem to stay in one place. I imagine that will change quickly.

Walking has already opened up a whole new world for us. For you as you explore; For me and your dad as we try to keep up and make sure you don't run into too many things on any given day. You like to hold my hand (and your dad's hand too) when you walk from room to room. I'm not sure if you feel more secure that way or if you just want to show us everything you're checking out, but I'll take it. I know you'll shake me off eventually so I'll keep holding on for as long as you'd like.

You might notice from this month's photo, you still haven't gotten a haircut. I've made comments about doing it soon, but everyone keeps telling me not to touch it. I love your crazy hair, but, dude, it is kind of crazy. Long and straight on top, curly all around the back and sides. Your bedhead is an amazing thing. But your curls are perfection and you look so darn adorable first thing in the morning. Any pending haircutting plans have once again been put on hold.

Some stats:

Current Words: Mommy, Daddy, Puppy (squirrels are classified as puppies now), More, Ball, Bye-Bye (with a wave), Hi, 'Nana (aka banana, which may just mean all food in general... and perhaps milk too), Deeda (your teacher's name), Baby

Favorite toys: Balls of any shape and size. Chalk, the entire back deck and front porch are currently covered in your artwork.

Favorite activity: pulling out every single book and having us read them to you one after the other. Over and over again, you climb into our laps and point to the pictures of things you recognize - usually a ball or a puppy - and then move onto the next.

Weight: About 25 pounds, which feels like much more when you insist on being carried around. I'm not complaining though, I really do love it.

Love you bunches,
Mom

Dear Jackson | August 2014

Dear Jackson,

You like to stand. A lot.

You've decided to take your time with walking, which is no surprise because your butt-scooting abilities could rival a sprinter's speed, but this month you've taken the next step in taking steps: you're standing now. You pull up on everything. Once you realized you could do it, you did it and it's done everywhere. You pull up on me, your dad, Heidi, the wall. You don't discriminate, if it's vertical you'll try to pull yourself up on it.

And the minute that started happening so did cruising around while holding onto things. You may not walk on your own, but if you have something to hold onto you amble along like it's no big thing. Going from sofa to table to chair, you'll make your way around an entire room.

I'm convinced the walking thing will happen any second now. You like to practice letting go of thing-you're-holding-onto to see how long you can stand on your own. Each time you wobbly stand alone for a little longer.

Walking is coming.

We're not ready.

This month was a fun one because your cousin came to stay with us for a week. You love her weekend visits, so having her here for seven days straight was the most fun thing ever for you. She may be five, but you try to do everything she does and check out everything that she has. Luckily for all of us, she's great at sharing.

You're still talking up a storm. Your daycare teachers tell us that you talk more than any other kid in the room. You also like to share with the other kids, super sweet. You still give kisses, but instead of fish-faced kisses with your lips puckered up, they've morphed into you leaning towards us with a resolutely closed mouth while going mmmmmmmmmm. Again, super cute.

It looks like you're working on your ninth tooth, but, just like you with walking, it's taking its time. I hope it makes its appearance soon.

I've been debating cutting your hair. Straight on top and curly in the back, it's getting kind of crazy. You have some amazing bedhead every morning. Despite the obvious need, I still can't bring myself to cut it off. It's coming though.

Maybe next month.

Love you bunches,

Mom

Morning in the Life | Personal