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
I set him in the grass so I could grab my plate of food and when I turned around this perfect ray of light escaped over the fence to illuminate the back yard. The sun dropped quickly, but for just a moment, it highlighted his body so warmly as he sat there enjoying a warm bottle. I like that his little wispy hairs on the top of his head are accentuated and that his little hands carefully hold his bottle and his favorite blanket. His little legs are relaxed, yet his toes are curled. And he was perfectly content – until he realized I wasn’t right next to him!
Nikon D750 | Lens 24-120 | F 4.0 | Shutter 1/800 | ISO 1000
He likes to put on Hunter’s football helmet and then ride his plasma car like a crazy man. My slanted landscape lights are proof of his off roading adventures. He wants to be just like his brothers. He mimics how they play. He mimics what they say. He retells their jokes. He likes to wear their clothes. He wants to watch their shows. He wants to do everything they do.
Winter weather here is absolutely beautiful and my kids spend most afternoons in the front yard playing with some type of ball (a lot of football, some soccer and a little basketball). Cannon makes sure he’s with them. Cheering them on from the sidelines on his car. These days don’t seem to last. Childhood is too short.