Life of Wry

Neglected to take a photo today… too busy having coffee with people.  So.. went into the archives to find a picture; thought I would look for one that said: coffee or cafe or conversation or friendship or books (because it seems most of the conversations today were about, or related to, books and writing) …   I don’t know, something that conveyed the theme of this day spent in Davis’ finest cafes.  But instead, I went into the archives and got stuck on this little bathroom photo series from 2003.  Nothing at all to do with today (which doesn’t mean I won’t try to tie it in, we’ll see how that goes..).

Here we go.

How many adults does it take to raise a child?

Evidently, one to do all the hard work, the other to capture it for posterity.  Totally, Peter will kill me later for these, and years after that, hopefully, will laugh or roll his eyes, or both.  Or just think he had a couple of weird, old parents who maybe thought they’d never have kids but then did and therefore did all these stupid things… like document toenail cutting. It’s not picture worthy, but then it kind of is, because it’s so what day-to-day life looks like.  And, really, those tend to be my favorite shots.

But, believe me, nobody’s laughing at herself more than I am.   Is that just goofier than all hell, or what?  Look how silly I look bending down to get just the right angle.    I should be, but I’m not even that embarrassed.

I am sorry the bathroom mirror has toothpaste spit all over it.

I am reaping what I sow, however.  As of this writing, I have 28,531 photos in my iphoto digital library.  This is after a huge dump (with oh so many more to go).  And, hilariously, it doesn’t include most of the first few years of Peter’s life, as those pictures exist mainly in physical form (pre-digital days).  That era–newborn, preschool–was my photo heyday when I really took a lot of pictures and god only knows what I’m going to do with all of those.  They’re not sortable, not editable, not face-recognitionable… they’re just in boxes, lots and lots of boxes.

Anyway, I’m not concerned.  I will get to all those pictures and make beautiful sense out of them all; I’ve shown myself to be a good project taker on-er, and I know I’m good for it.  Long as I don’t get hit by a mack truck before I get to this great family life documentation project.    

So, after the toenail cutting event, there was the ok-we’re-all-done-cutting-Peter’s-toenails shot.  See how pleased Jim is to have this picture taken? That left eye most definitely says, This is ridiculous, Kari, put the camera down already. Jesus.

Peter seems pretty into it, though. (And god, look at that underwear; that’s worth the shot right there.)  Actually, it looks like he’s saying, You’re kidding, right, mom?  Except he’s too young to have mastered sarcasm and irony.  He’s only 4 here.

I’ve run on plenty about toenails, old photos, life documenting and whatnot, but have not been able to bring my comments around to my wonderfully enjoyable three cafe day.

… Except to say, I didn’t manage to document it… and that’s a good sign.