There’s no denying that babies are adorable. Newborns can look a little weird, but anyone emerging from living in complete darkness is going to look odd in the full light of the world. Just look at the the naked mole rat. Actually don’t–those things are terrifying. I was going to post a comparison picture between newborn Niels and a naked mole rat, but I didn’t want to scare y’all or have to save a picture of that creature on my computer. But unlike the naked mole rat, newborns quickly become squishy and cuddly and cute. We are compelled to take as many pictures as possible to document how small and precious they are.
On any given day, I take roughly a shit ton of photos of my kids. What you see online doesn’t even scratch the surface of the nearly 10,000 photos on my phone or the thousands of photos on my external hard drive. When I need to take a break from reading sad news or social media is getting me down, I scroll through my photos and smile. Even the photos that capture the raw and dirty bits of parenting still bring me peace because I see love in the photos–it’s messy and raw, but there’s love.
Kids have a way of adding comedy to the ordinary.
I use photos to help me remember the gritty early days of parenting a newborn, like being in the hospital for a little longer than normal.
Getting spit up on.
All the crying.
The rare moment of peaceful sleep.
I use photos to remember kids are odd and awesome, like finding whatever this is.
And shenanigans, like when Margaret makes a soft nest of Henning’s clothes on the floor of our closet and calls it a cobby wobby. According to Margaret any soft, cozy place is a cobby wobby. I don’t know what a cobby wobby is but it sounds like a nice place to take a nap.
The other day I tapped out of social media. I couldn’t listen to or read one more thing about violence, politics, or social injustice. I wasn’t putting my head in the sand as much as I was saying, “I’ll be back after a palate cleanser. An affirmation that there’s still love and goodness all around.” I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.
I scrolled through my photo stream and started marking all the photos of Niels giving hugs and laying on things as favorites. He’s a cuddler. He’ll stop playing and put his head down on a pillow for a bit.
Chairs, couches, and ottomans are also comfy places to lay his head.
He gives me a huge hug in the morning when I get him out of his crib, but I’m not the only one who gets his special hugs.
And pictures of Niels sleeping on me melt my heart.
I take pictures to capture love and life. They help me remember the good and the not so good, but I look at them over and over again, living all the moments again and again. Niels laying on things. Margaret doing what all 3 year olds do. The day to day. I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into my life and the adorable baby pictures. Maybe this was a little palate cleanser for you, too.