I have to start by saying that this is the last set of pictures I’ll be taking…with my Canon Rebel. Because I ordered my new Canon 7D on Tuesday and it will be here before next Wednesday’s Project 52 shoot! I. am. ecstatic. I’ve been itching to upgrade for months and months and months, especially since I started shooting in manual. My Rebel is a fantastic camera, but I feel extremely limited by it’s ISO capabilities. Especially here in Kodiak where the lighting is so blue and dim. I feel like so many of my photos are full of noise and grain and it drives me nuts. And I’m sure that now that my new equipment is on the way, you’ll start seeing more photos around here again. It’s hard to find inspiration to shoot when you feel limited by your equipment.
That said, I didn’t make it out to our usual (if you can call it that, since this only the third week of this project) place yesterday to take Little Man’s pictures. We woke up to a little over a foot of snow in the drive and all over the island and it continued to fall for most of the day. I knew that there was no way we’d be able to get out that direction with the roads covered in snow. I had a sneaky suspicion that I might get the car stuck trying to venture out to take photos.
So, we bypassed that idea and went with Plan B.
It actually wasn’t a well laid out Plan B. It was more a “this is what happened and it worked” Plan B.
I had to go pick up the hubs from work and much to my surprise found the car buried in snow (not completely buried, of course. But, like I said there was a little over a foot on the ground that needed to shoveled away before I could get the car out of the drive). While I was shoveling, Little Man was playing. And catching snow on his tongue. And laughing. And hitting me with snowballs.
We had the best time.
(In case you were wondering, he had on 4 layers of clothes here and not just two tiny shirts.) It was really one of those all around perfect mornings. Just me and him. Him and me. Mother and son. You get the idea. I love everything about this kid. I know people say that about their children all the time, but I really do. The more I’m with him, the more I get to see his personality change and develop, the more I realize that he’s turning into such an awesome little dude.
He’s quirky. Which I love. He’s
stubborn headstrong and confident in his decisions and the things that he wants. He doesn’t do anything unless he wants to. Which is an admirable trait most of the time (except when it comes time to making him pick up his toys…or take a bath…or go to bed…). I love that he’s so particular about things…so detail oriented. And a very visual, hands on learned. I’ve accomplished more in teaching him letters and numbers by watching and acting out Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Team Umizoomi than any amount of coloring or crafting. I think he gets that from his daddy.
I sit back and watch him and just find myself in awe of the joy that comes from being a mom. Being HIS mom. Despite the frustrations. Despite the headaches. Despite the lack of sleep and the never-ending battle over toys and bedtime, being a mom is by far the greatest gift I’ve been given in this life (next to meeting and marrying the man who gave me this little guy).
And I wouldn’t change it for anything.