There's a common thing that happens in families that I've heard a lot of people talking about lately. Moms take a lot of pictures of the kids and the family, but she's never in them. I've been thinking about that a lot this summer, especially as I take hundreds and thousands of pictures of E.
So I've been making an effort to stop every once in a while and make sure I have pictures that I'm in too. Pictures of me and E. Pictures of all of us as a family. Pictures of Tom and E. And then I frame them and put them around the house. Hopefully some day these will mean something to him. Either way, they'll exist if he wants them. And then he can yell at me for dressing him in a bandana and a bucket hat.
I've gathered a few of my favorites of me and E together and thought I'd share them. I've found myself looking at them a lot after hard days. Days where he doesn't seem to care if I'm around, or days when I can't seem to comfort him quite right. And then I'll remember how cuddly and awesome he can be.
