I’ve seen a few people who do a photo a day on their blogs. Many, of course, do the photo a day for their child. I can ALMOST get that retroactively, though I think there were days where we haven’t taken photos. I would like to propose a new format - and one that keeps me blogging, I think, rather actively: My version of the “Project 365″ is inspired by iPhoto’s “Last 12 months” feature. It takes all the photos you’ve taken over the past twelve months and separates them from the rest of your photos. A quick glance at the beginning of the set will easily reveal what you were doing and/or photographing one year ago to the day. So without further ado, I present:
August 27, 2007
Greg has known our dear friends Mr. and Mrs. B of Seattle, Washington, far longer than I have. In fact, my first visit to their home last year was his sixth (or is it seventh?). For most of these trips, he came with his family, and has slept all over the B. home - except the guest bedroom. For a variety of reasons, the latest being the 2006 marriage of his sister, (who promptly took the room) he never merited the “official” guest bedroom. Finally, finally (!) 2007 was his year. He had married, and would take his bride to Seattle without other family members, who would visit on their own in separate trips. To that end, he couldn’t simply lie down in the long-awaited guest bed. He had to celebrate.
August 27, 2008
As we prepare to travel to California and have a grand old time in Palm Desert, I couldn’t help but take this photo of wee N as he helped his Mama pack: (Note the emphasis on sun safety gear! Smart baby, that.)
So you may have noticed, if you are following this, that I have not written a four-month, five-month, or even now six-month newsletter. There IS a reason for this, and it’s not a lack of photos or things to write about. Rather, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it is that I am doing when I write these newsletters. I am putting images and information about my son onto the web for all to see. I have made my blog a “mommy blog,” and my now six month-old boy, when he is older, may well encounter photos of his cute chubby thighs (well, chubby by tall and lean baby standards) still floating about the ether. I don’t know what he would think of that, but I do know that it gives me great pause.
I have decided to try to use this blog to write about matters of faith, food, and literature (so much for alliteration), and to restrict my posts about Nikolay to those who, by way of friendship or family ties, would have seen him anyway. He can hardly be upset if a friend from church, who sees him at least once a week, also gets to see photos of him taken during the week. He may, though, be distressed to find that a college admissions counselor gets to read a detailed report of his sleeping patterns.
So here’s the deal. This will be somewhat like our wedding, where we called all those who “self-identified as family” to join in for the large family photo. No more discussions on who does and who does not belong. If you self-identify as someone who ought to be granted access to Nikolay’s daily comings and goings, then write to me and I will make you whatever Wordpress needs you to be to view “private” posts. I will also do the same for Flickr and my Picasa Photo site. For the rest of the world, I will try to publish my Sunday/Sabbath meals, any interesting recipes I find or create, and whatever else comes to mind. I’ll even throw in the occasional (non-embarrassing for future purposes) photo of Nikolay. I hope you don’t mind.
Until next time, when I will write about the dairy-free chocolate truffles I am making for this Sunday, I remain …
Mrs. Eloquacious
Sometimes “waah waah” from the playpen while Mami is making breakfast means, “I’m lonely, please pay attention to me,” or sometimes it means “please help me get to that toy over there,” and then there are SOME times when it means “People, do you not SMELL that giant heap of doggie doo right next to me? Please! Please help me! Get it out of here!”
I upgraded WordPress and my theme (K2), but now I have to go through and add in all the stylistic stuff. Blech. No time. Teething infant, messy home, and birthdays to be celebrated. I’ll put on my make-up some other day.
