When we first had our beautiful baby boy, I often wondered... "How many days will it be before we go an entire day without taking his picture?" There were flash bulbs going off all the time. The paparazzi were just going nuts over him. And really, who wouldn't?
Day one: our little peanut
Well, the question's been answered. It wasn't with any dramatic bells and whistles, but one day, I looked at the camera, and I realized, "Hey! There were no pictures from yesterday!"
Day two: welcome home!
"In fact, I don't even know if ANYone took any pictures of him yesterday!" And then I reflected on who had come to visit the previous day... I looked at our cell phones to see if there were pictures there... I checked our video camera... no pictures to be found from the previous day.
Day three: cuddle time with Mom So, how many do you think it was? (If you guess less than four, you obviously haven't looked at the captions for the previous three pictures.)
Day four: cuddle time with Dad
It almost made me feel like a bad father. Why WOULDN'T I have a picture from the previous day for my handsome son? I mean, what if his future wife some day asks me, "Hey, what did Noah look like when he was ___ days old?" and I don't have anything to show her?!?
Day five: hanging with Grandma Egle Then I looked back at the expansive library of photos we had already accumulated of our son. In the digital age, I realized that his young life was already much better documented than either of his parents, and that made me feel a bit better.
Day six: cute little hand
Have you come up with a guess yet? If you haven't, you really should. I mean, we've already eliminated anything less than seven as a possibility, and any more would be just plain cheating.
Day seven: growing into his clothes
It was fun reflecting on all of the pictures we had taken, even if we now had a gap day. He's grown a ton... he's a chunky monkey, now.
Day eight: still recovering from the strenuous process of birth
He definitely is getting cuter and cuter... which was hard to imagine possible when he was first born. He's been so cute that Libby and I have struggled to figure out who he looks like - neither of us are as cute as he is.
Day nine: striking a pose So, this is my last plea... pick a number, if you haven't already! (Is that a hint? Hmmm...)
Day ten: cool, calm, and collected
So, what do you think? I'm posting this shortly after Noah hit the two month mark. What are the odds that I would be prompt in posting this right after we had our "gap day"? That's definitely a hint...
Day eleven: tummy time with Grandma Asai
It was a little bit like a burden was liften when I noticed our gap day. Maybe it's a little bit of my OCD shining through, but I kept thinking about my previous wonderings... "If I don't take a picture today, then today might be the first day of Noah's life that isn't documented! Horror of horrors!"
Day twelve: what a cute little guy!
In the end, my thoughts/concerns about documenting his life were silly, I know. I don't think that I artificially lengthened the streak of picture days but taking photos on a day when we otherwise wouldn't... and I didn't even notice the day that we didn't take pictures. Hopefully that OCD tendency isn't genetic, for Noah's sake.
Day thirteen: happy to see Aunt Kay!
Hmmm... we're all the way to thirteen. Have we passed your guess yet? Are you still reading my little blurbs, or are you just looking at the cute baby pictures? I don't blame you if you've stopped paying attention to me. Noah is by far more entertaining.
Day fourteen: Tada!
So, as the astute blog follower that you are, you know that Libby's family was visiting for the first two weeks of Noah's life. Obviously, anything less than fourteen would not have been permissible with new grandparents and a new uncle around. So, if you guessed less than that before, here's a free pass: guess again.
Day fifteen: dancing with Mommy
Once Libby's family left, though, that left the two parents alone, to fend for themselves. Would they be overwhelmed immediately and forget to document?
Day sixteen: playing in the jungle!
Or maybe since Jonathan had a week of vacation after the Asais left, it wouldn't be until he was three weeks old...
Day seventeen: who looks sleepier?
I'm running out of clever little interludes... I hope we didn't last too many more days...
Day eighteen: a true ladies' man Do you think anyone will notice if I skip a day? Or maybe I did already? What if I'm playing a trick on you? Maybe the number was really seven, and you just didn't notice!
Day nineteen: Cousin Michaela likes him! Did you go back and check to make sure I wasn't tricking you? If you did check, and you found out I was tricking you, let me know because I wasn't trying to, so that means I made a mistake. The real answer is greater than nineteen!
Day twenty: meeting a new generation
Maybe you guessed 64. Maybe you think that today is the first day that he has gone without a picture. But if you think that, then you don't know that I'm currently 1,954 miles away from my son, and I wouldn't know if today's the day.
Day twenty-one: dressed up for Halloween
Maybe I'll just give up and let you look at the cute pictures and figure it out for yourself...
Day twenty-two: he does wake up sometimes... honest! Day twenty-three: no more umbilical cord!
Day twenty-four: chillin' in da crib
Day twenty-five: peaceful dreaming
Day twenty-seven: first bottle!
Day twenty-eight: recovering from first bottle
Day twenty-nine: playing with Daddy
Day thirty: burp time!
Playing in the jungle!
Big smile!
Jonathan,
ReplyDeleteDon't hate me, but the engineer in me couldn't find Day 26... :) Now who's OCD?