Amateur Photographer

Last year, T got a camera for Christmas. One of those heavy-duty plastic ones for kids, made to be dropped, stepped on, and flung across a room during a temper tantrum (which it has been). Its batteries had been dead since before we moved to KC, and after a lot of begging, I recently put new ones in. After T snapped a few pics, we realized that the memory card was full, so, begrudgingly, I found the cord and uploaded all of the images on to my computer to free up space.

Out of the 840 (!) images on there, about 800 of them were of the floor or ceiling. Or me, close up, looking really annoyed. Oh, and one was an extreme close-up of me nursing G. That one took me quite a while to figure out what I was looking at. The other 39 actually had a person of interest in some part of the frame. The camera does have a flash, but no other adjustments can be made as he takes pictures, so most of them are blurry but actually kind of cool - very pictorial. And I like the fact that T took them all during a time when I was too exhausted to document the no-sleep hell I was living in. (If I included any of the ones he got of me, you'd see a crazed look in my eye. Zoomed in. Like, pupil close.) And that these pictures were taken almost exactly a year ago, with teeny G making his holiday debut, is a cool comparison to the large child who now often out eats me at dinner, which really is a feat.

Here are a few of my favorites. (Sorry, the nursing picture didn't make the cut.)