In the fall, this little guy starts preschool, which means our lazy, music pumping, pajama wearing mornings will come to an end. He prefers that I crank the soundtrack to Moana as he sits at the table with a puzzle and a bowl of cheerios. He doesn’t need help, but he likes me close. Which works until Briggs is crying at my side and tries pulling the pieces off the table.
I’ve tried to get him to try a new puzzle, but this is his favorite. He calls it “Cannon words puzzle” and he can do every word by himself which makes him pretty proud of himself. I think my favorite part about sitting across the table from him while he does his puzzle is his little conversations. He’ll start to tell a story and then get distracted once he finds the peace he’s looking for. In his excitement he forgets he was telling me a story and then moves on to another story. Most the time the story is associated with the word he’s working for and most of the time its a movie quote. “Member, member in Moana…” “Member, member in Zootopia.” Childhood is too short.
The tub in our master bath has been used two times in 5.5 years. But just because people aren’t taking baths in it – doesn’t mean it’s not being utilized. Each of our babies have been fascinated by throwing things in the tub. At any given time there is clothing, brushes, cups, hair products and toys in the tub. It’s often full of randomness; when I can’t find something, I check the tub.
Briggs spends his morning while Steve and I are getting ready crawling the edge and tossing more items in. Its his favorite spot in the house right now. He’ll grow out of it soon – all the other kids did. But right now, I know just where to find him. Childhood is too short.
My kids rarely fall asleep outside their beds but this dude was spent. It was 9 in the morning, he had a belly full of milk and he was tired of waiting for me to get out of the shower. So he parked it with his threadbare blanket and fell asleep on the hardwood floor.
I sat on the couch and admired his little body curled up on the floor. I love how is legs are tucked underneath his bum. I love how his lips are smooshed against his blanket. I love that he slept through two exciting episodes of Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. And I love that I captured it because he’ll never be this little again and he might never fall asleep on the floor this way. Childhood is too short.
This is the view from my desk sometimes. I do most my design work when the kids are sleeping. But other work, like paying bills and managing the household happens in the morning when Briggs is sleeping, and I’m free to make phone calls to customer service without a screaming child.
While I’m managing the home – Cannon is at my feet managing his toys. This particular day, he brought a bucket of toys in the room and parked it right at my feet, under my desk. He tickled me a few times and got the reaction he was looking for. When I looked under the desk, I saw this cute smiley boy looking back at me.
Not sure how much longer he’ll fit under the desk! Childhood is too short.
This kid knows how to enjoy a moment. It was simple and spontaneous and it only lasted a few minutes – but as I was trying to gather the kids to take a group photo, he was doing grass angels in the long winter grass. “Stop and smell the roses” needs to be reworded for little boys, “Stop and make a grass angel”. Childhood is too short.
Nikon d750 | 24-120 mm lens | 1/160 Shutter | f/ 4.0 | 160 ISO