Some Good Excuses

One of the nice things about being with my sisters is having access to their gorgeous Canon Rebel cameras. I've resisted buying one for myself, mainly because I have little kids who are good at destroying things and I'm cheap. But I think even if they did end up destroying it, the photos might be worth it in the end. After all, these are the faces I want to remember, and my camera just doesn't seem to do them justice...

I want to remember this baby in all her roly-poly glory. I want to see that messy red mop and remember the feel of it against my cheek. I want to remember the way that heavily creased and padded neck cranes up to look up at my face when I talk.

I want to remember this little pixie face, which shadows me every waking minute, whether I'm making dinner, sitting down to take a breath or going to the bathroom. :) I want to remember the way she mimics my every move, and wants nothing more than to be "twins" with Mommy.

I want to remember the enormous expressiveness in this "four-almost-five-year-old-baby's" little face. I want to remember his stout little body before it makes its last transition into scrawny boyhood. I want to remember that baby smile, before his top front wiggly tooth falls out.

And I want to capture everything about my biggest boy. He is still little, but his eyes are beginning to show signs of maturity and understanding. I hope I can record the way he laughs, and the way he attacks everything he does with purpose. I want to remember the way he still looks at me like I'm his hero.

I turn 30 in a couple months, and that seems to me to be a pretty good excuse too. I like getting to pick my own birthday presents. :)