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.
Bennett was hanging around the kitchen as I prepped some desserts before Thanksgiving. He saw me mixing chocolate mouse in the KitchenAid and he never left my side. He knew very well that I would finish mixing, pour the mousse into the pie crust and be left with a dirty chocolate bowl. He of course came to my rescue and offered to clean it up for me. I told him he could have the bowl, but he needed to make sure none of the other kids saw him or else he’d have to share.
He found the most inconspicuous place he could find: On top of the counter, directly next to the sink. And shockingly enough, not one person saw him. I sneak one skittle out of the candy cupboard and I’ve got five kids begging for candy. But not Bennett – he can sit on the counter with a chocolate mustache and no one takes notice.
Childhood is living in the moment without a care in the world.
The kids came home from school to find the backyard irrigated. Not very unusual since we irrigate every two weeks. They came inside, ate their snack, completed their homework – and then they noticed the rain starting to fall. It’s as though the rain was the icing on the irrigation cake because they immediately ran upstairs and got swimsuits on. My motherly caution proceeded to tell them that they would be cold and possibly itchy after playing in the grass. Not sure my words were processed in their little brains more than two seconds as they looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and ran out the door to jump in the water.
They are smart kids – there was no complaining about being cold or itchy. Even when Bennett’s little jaw was chattering, not a word was spoken about being cold.
I watched them running and jumping and splashing in the rain. Laughing and giggling as they opened their mouths to the sky.
You can take a guess as to how the next series of pictures played out. Even from behind the camera I was asking, “Do you really think this is a good idea?” Had it been her youngest brothers I would have stopped them in their tracks, but she’s getting to the age where she needs to see and learn things on her own, even when she gets sound advice from her experienced parents!
We have a pool that they haven’t touched in two weeks – but flood the backyard and they’re all in. Of course they jumped in the pool later to warm up and wash off the grass! They grow up too quickly.