Friday, July 13, 2012

Flashback Friday: My Gig Is Up

Do you ever see your husband in your children?

My son, Jack, is my husband. He is a blonde-haired replica of my husband's looks and personality. Every time we visit my in-law's, my mother-in-law laughs as she watches us stumble through parenting Jack.

"That's Jason", she announces through fits of laughter. {She survived! There is hope for me!}

When I first shared this story three years ago, Jason's siblings, cousins and childhood friends jumped in to comment:

"This is exactly how I remember Jason!"

I don't know what I'd do without moments like this - the ones that keep me guessing, dumbfounded, and most importantly - laughing. They remind me how precious this time is with my children, and how in the midst of the tough things, life with them is the best of adventures.

So, here's to the moments that catch us by surprise, the glimpses of personality that come through on scooters and driveways and backyards.

Here's to the littles who make us laugh - when we least expect it.

Originally published August 20, 2009.

I am addicted to taking pictures of my kids.

I know it.
They know it.
The neighbors know it.
The dog knows it.

And, we don't even have a dog.

I have fallen asleep with my camera slung across my chest. For heaven's sake, I cook with a camera slung across my chest. It's a sickness, I tell you.

But, these children of mine, they are an endless source of material. If they would stop behaving in strange and mysterious ways, I'd pack it up and finally nap without a camera lens digging into my thigh.

But, my gig is up. My five year-old is on to me. He has had it with the pictures. He's taking a stand.

I have evidence. Proof. It's right here in this series of photos.

This is my Jack. My sweet, blonde-haired, blue-eyed five year-old. He ran outside to play in the sprinkler the moment my husband finished mowing the lawn. He was covered in grass clippings within 20 seconds. From head to toe.

And apparently, when you're five and you're a boy and you're covered in grass clippings, you don't feel itchy and scratchy and bothered by the whole thing. You hop on your scooter and go for a ride.

I find that strange. Mysterious. Forehead-crinkling. Which is why I ran inside and grabbed my camera.

But, Jack. He was on to me from the get go. And, he wasn't gonna have it. No way.

So what did he do?

In a span of ten seconds, my boy contrived, staged, and executed an absolutely brilliant protest.

And, I fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.







Man, I love this kid.

1 comment:

  1. I haven't read your blog for awhile (because I haven't read ANYONE's blog for awhile!), but I love this post! My husband is Jason, our almost-eight-year-old is Jackson, and my husband's family and friends tell me the same thing--that my son is exactly like my husband. Also, my Jackson has been impossibly hard to capture in photos lately. His 'protest' comes in the form of avoidance and Attitude (yes, with a capital 'A'). Haven't had the finger up the nose (yet), but lots of weird faces and bunny ears. Maybe it's a phase. I hope!

    Oh--I have made several of your recipes, and they were a hit with my family. Thanks for your beautiful photos and delicious recipes!