If I iron them out, can I smooth back over time?

Today’s Photohunt theme is “Wrinkled.”

And that’s how time feels to me, suddenly. Like it’s been wrinkled. Or folded like an accordion.

Like it is filled with the skips in an old, worn record. The vinyl spins over and over and the details of the songs are faded; sometimes, even large sections of lyric are missing. I’m left with sudden, blurted words and jolting rhythms that hop from one point to the next…

Photo by Athena Carey, lifeprintsphotography.com

Will the folds between the wrinkles be deeper the older I get?

Will the skips in the record become so broad that the melody is lost almost entirely?

Have to find a way to hold on to the details… I like this song too much.

Meal Time Memory Lane

First he ate like this,
through good times and bad, so close…
extension of me.

It did not work out.
His condition dictated
he would “bottle it.”

Wonder formula -
Nutramigen, Liquid Gold -
helped his insides heal.

Cereal was next.
Greedily, he devoured it.
That’s my little man!

Then add in green beans.
Mmmm, that’s good stuff, isn’t it?
Loved bananas, too.

First sippy cup use!
Soon after, snubbed it for months.
Such a little tease.

Loved variety…
Sweet ‘taters a favorite.
Looked good on his face.

He scarfed, and soon he
was quite the roly-poly,
little chub-muffin!

Prunes were oh-so-loved!
Meat, however, was abhorred!
Not a “texture fan.”

Cute, little booger
loved to gnaw a piece of fruit
in his safety mesh.

And look at the face
made with the first popsicle!
“Mommy! It’s so COLD!”

First time, own spoon/plate…
but just play, not serious.
Cute and happy, though!

Sippy cup returned,
though the bottle hung around
for a few more months.

Finally willing
to pick up “smooshie things” like
this banana piece!

Real attempts were made
at eating with utensils!
Determination.

He’s such a cup tease.
At 12 Months, used a real cup.
(He now refuses.)

His first whole apple!
I was so beside myself.
Such a “big boy” thing.

He even dined with
The Mexican, on the deck.
Had a lovely meal.

Successful spoon use!
Thus he was dubbed, “Spoon Master.”
Such odd, proud moments.

Many face messes.
I have loved his face through all
manner of dried foods.

Moved from sips to straws.
Helps to develop language.
Wish he’d use a cup!

All of a sudden,
A horrible thing happened.
Stopped liking veggies.

It’s okay, we still
offer them to him, and he
will eat them again.

Anyway, sometimes,
wearing your food is much more
fun than eating it.

Utensil use still
continues to improve, and
we are still so proud.

He even had his
first cereal with milk and
spoon, the other day.

Funny how you can
tell the story of growth in
so many ways, eh?

Close with video…
a photo progression of
eating applesauce.

[feed readers: there is a video here]

Uses his spoon well..
but still young enough to know
it’s fun to use hands!

 

They reflect times we may have forgotten.

Kids, that is.

I’ve been spending more and more time with my son outside lately, as the weather has improved steadily.

I love being outside in the warmth and the sunshine.  It makes me feel alive in a way that nothing else does.  In Spring, it is especially enjoyable.  I can look around and see the green of the grass and the trees, the blue of the sky; I can feel the warmth of the sun, and I can smell that sweet scent that wafts on the breeze that tells you things are growing and blooming all around.

Braden feels that joy, too.  Nothing excites him like the prospect of going outside.

Today after his nap, still groggy and clinging to my side after coming downstairs, he said to me, “go ow-sigh.”

And so we did, again.  And I watched him play and enjoy himself.  And I wondered if he would always like being outside like this.

And I thought about why I like being outside so much.

And I remembered.

Sometimes, they reflect things.

Life is good.