One of the best things about our new schedule is the extra time I get to travel in the car with him each day. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not always fun and games. “Are we nearly home” chanted over and over again does get tiring on a 30 minute drive, but every now and then I hear a comment or two from the back seat that provides me with some insight into a four-year old brain. A few examples:
“Mummy, I really want an invisible friend. I will name him George Harrison.”
After a period of listening to the radio and driving without talking: “Mummy, we have a long way to drive. We really should talk. Let’s talk about Star Wars.”
“About Vietnam. They have animals”
And one of my favourites so far on the first rainy day of autumn. “Mummy, it’s raining. When I get home I must get my hat and umbrella and do some singing in the rain.”
He certainly followed through.
Then daddy was asked to join in.
While Samuel watched from the audience.
Take a bow.
Last week I had the wonderful privilege of photographing an adorable little 3 month old. When I was first contacted by her mother, my initial thought was one of excitement about having the opportunity to photograph a little girl. But I was treated to so much more…
Porcelain skin and beautiful blue eyes.
A little bit of chatter and even a complete roll over (one of her first).
And then there were the rolls. How I adore baby rolls.
It wasn’t all sunshine.
But the clouds soon passed and I managed to capture some sweet family moments.
I love how this one looks like Mommy is whispering in her ear – and she is trying not to hear. A sign of years to come perhaps? 🙂
Look carefully – a touch of pink .
Thank you for being such a patient little model miss Vivienne and indulging my need for a little girliness in my life.
It seems that I have been slacking a little on the blog posts lately due to a number of reasons:
The first three are pretty self-explanatory. The last one, although exciting and challenging, has been impacting my ability to edit and post photos. Let’s face it, any new toy software has an adjustment period. I had my workflow all set with PSE and now Lightroom has thrown me for a loop. Just the sheer number of presets available for free download has sent me into a tailspin.
And to add a little additional complication – we have an (almost) new Mac that I have been largely able to avoid until now. Part of the reason for purchasing Lightroom was so that I could start editing photos on the Mac (a prospect that frightens me somewhat because that enormous screen certainly does point out the flaws in your photography). Unfortunately this raises a whole series of issues:
So I have quite the task ahead of me but, thankfully, a gorgeous little 3 month old photo subject presented herself on the weekend so I have about 250 photos to work on. I should be a Lightroom expert by the end of the week (hah!).
In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a couple of photos of the child that DID NOT cling to my legs and beg me not to leave him at pre-school this morning. On no, this child cheerfully said goodbye as I walked out the door. I’m not sure which is more heartbreaking. (Photos edited in Lightroom).
I know it’s only the first full week of school and I’m only half way into it and I have to allow time to adapt to the new schedule, but this being a parent of a pre-schooler has made our lives a little crazy – well, crazier than usual anyway. I’m not sure if it’s the extra artwork he is bringing home (I think I’ve counted 8 pictures of Darth Vader so far) or the extra hour of commute each day or the fact that I now have PTA meetings and teacher conferences, but this feels like a full-time job.
Good thing Thomas is taking it all in stride. Sure, on Monday morning he whined about being tired and that he didn’t want to stay, but by Tuesday afternoon he declared loudly (and unprompted) that pre-school was fun, fun, FUN. I think some of that has to do with a teacher who’s son is similarly obsessed with all things Star Wars and can effectively hold up her end of a conversation about the power of the Jedi.
I’m sure we’ll get into a rhythm soon, but in the meantime I am comforted by the fact that Thomas seems to be having the time of his life.
Looking forward to Friday – the first full day of pre-school and the first day I have to get out of bed at 6am if we have any chance of getting to school on time.
On top of that I have a BIG work project with a tight deadline, a 4 year old’s birthday party to plan (so far I have pizza and bean bags – open to ideas for party games) and a mother to take photos of before she boards a plane back to Australia on Sunday.
The day started early for my four (!) year old. I asked him if he’d grown overnight but he said “not enough to be four years old”.
We made it out the front door before 8am – a minor miracle.
The backpack and Star Wars lunchbox were early birthday presents.
He had a little trouble looking away from the lunchbox.
Then Kei walked with the boys to… daycare. Mum and I picked Kei and Thomas up about three blocks away for the drive to school.
The drop off was quick and (relatively) painless. Thomas was excited but nervous. After spending some time looking around the classroom the teacher asked the parents to leave, and that’s when Thomas looked at me and said that he didn’t want to be left there by himself with people he didn’t know. I told him he’d have fun and then the teacher came over to distract him while I left. I lost it a little when I walked out the door. It’s hard to leave your baby by himself with people he doesn’t know…
And of course I forgot to take photos in the classroom. I had to make do with some paparazzi-style shots through the barred classroom windows. He seemed to be ok…
We picked him up 3 hours later and asked him numerous questions about his day until he told us he was tired of answering questions.
Then we went home and he napped for three hours. I’d say that was a successful (if exhausting) first (1/2) day at school.
The day ended with a little family birthday celebration and more presents. Thomas took it all in stride, but it may be a little too much for his mother.
My baby turns four years old and starts pre-school.
= A BIG day in the Ishida house. I’m not quite sure how this all happened so quickly.
OK – so apparently I left something out of my last post. Kei said I should have posted this photo as well.
That’s full brotherly love for you. It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt – or just incredibly pi**ed off.