Anyway, we celebrated his first birthday last month and I got inspired to do a new longterm photo project - document each of his birthdays from beginning to end, every year until he's 18. My 'big idea' is to put together some sort of book or collection of all his birthdays from 1yr. to 18yrs. and give it to him when he's older (not sure when, exactly but I'll figure that part out later). I don't really recall seeing photos from my childhood until I was an adult. We didn't have albums stacked on the shelves, shoe boxes overflowing in the closet, or hallways plastered with printed memories. Sure, I saw a handful over the years but not many and not often. I've recently realized it's part of the reason I'm so drawn to photography. The ability to time travel in real life, that's what childhood photos mean to me. To revisit a time, a place, a memory, a person that has long since passed us by. And what better days to revisit than birthdays?
So. Here's his first. There were some kinks in terms of shooting and parenting at the same time, and some moments where things got busy and I just didn't think to pick up the camera, but such is life with a crazy active toddler. All in all I'm happy with how it went for my first go-around so I'm not beating myself up too much about the parts of the day I missed. Besides, I have 17 more years to nail my "birthday documentary" coverage anyway so it's all good.
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Of course, I got too busy with breakfast duties first thing in the morning so coverage of the day technically started after his morning nap. First up, a diaper change and some sunglasses to play with and distract him from trying to climb off the table.
He really didn't want to wear clothes after his morning diaper change. He nearly jumped off the table Superman-style when I tried to put a regular shirt on him!
After quite a bit of playing, reading, and a few rounds of Catch the Baby, I finally got him dressed and to the table for lunch. Sometimes I let him watch a little segment of Daniel Tiger while eating lunch. It gives me the chance to clean up a bit by keeping him engaged in something other than throwing food all over the kitchen.
(Note the food pouch on the floor. Whenever he's done with something, off the table it goes.)
After a too-short (for me) nap, it's time for errands, climbing all over the couch, and finally dinner. The Husband's birthday is the day after Rico's and it landed on a Friday this year. He ended up working late so we could all enjoy a 3-day weekend together. We saved Rico's cake for the next day, too, so it was just me and the little guy for dinner, bath, and bedtime that night.
Back into jammies and ready for bed (while I go clean that bathroom mirror...). He likes to "help" get ready for bed by combing his hair, which usually turns into him playing with the comb while I brush it.
Night-night, big drooly One Year Old. ♥