A little family diary, in words and images.

I always wanted to keep a diary. Actually, I want to do a lot of things. But for me there is most always something of a gap, ranging from a sliver to a ravine, between the desire and the execution. So, I just turned 40, and I have thought and thought about how I would like to mark this occasion with some sort of gift to my incredible little family.
There is a saying, referring to money, that if you look after the pennies, the pounds will take care of themselves, and I think that growing a family is so much like that. It's the minutae of everyday that really is our story.
I remember that! says Archie in continuous celebration of his 2 year old adventures, and that's how I want to feel about all these beautiful days, that are flying past me so fast now I can hardly catch my breath.
So welcome to my little family diary, in words and pictures, which I have decided to blog just to help facilitate that execution problem I mentioned.
Have a lovely day.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

18FEB11 | Day 5

Nobody puts baby in the corner.

Um, actually, shamefully, they do. Quite often.

17FEB11 | Day 4

This afternoon she sat on my bed loving her new friend up for about half an hour....





16FEB11 | Day 3


After more than a year of coveting her sister's cello, and belting out many a gloriously tuneless song on the out-of-tune family piano, Mattea has brought home her very own violin.
Further to which, Archie took approximately half an hour before smashing her rosin (stuff you polish the bow strings with) to pieces on the floor.

15FEB11 | Day 2 (and I'm not promising myself this is going to be a daily thing lol)

Holy Crap I am forty years old.
Which sounds more negative than I mean it to. It's not that I think 40 is a terrible age to be. Quite the contrary, I feel like I spent many years of my life barking up wrong trees, and now here I am in the whole right forest wishing I had found it 10 or so years ago!
Anyway, this are some snapshots from today. I guess it may not look like a magical forest, but it IS.
PS. Way more images, some of which may not be riveting to anyone but me, than I usually intend to post...























14FEB11 | Day 1


The last day of my thirties. 30s. Youngishness. Thinking thinking thinking. Why is it I have wanted/tried to do PAD projects and failed? It shouldn't be so bloody hard, and wouldn't be if I stopped trying to control the results. Why did I even pick up a camera in the first place?? To record these people of mine, in all their ordinary glory: their joy, misery, thoughtfulness and hilarity. The way their hair sticks up in the morning. The rollicking white flesh of their baby legs. The discoveries that roll in on each new second. Since my memory won't store these details, it never has, I want a way of remembering them. I want to be able to rub them like pebbles when I am old.
Tomorrow I turn 40, if I am ever going to do it, why not now?