It’s been so long since I’ve had reliable Internet service (I’m looking at YOU, AT&T!) that I can’t remember what I was going to say. Not unlike the experience you would have if we were having this conversation in person.
So in lieu of all the great posts I wrote in my head while my DSL service was on summer vacation, I have a few milestone snaps of the boys to share at the ripe old ages of two and four. Today, you get William, age four.
Friends, family and longtime readers might recall that I snapped a photo (or 30) of the boys with a little sign marking each month of their lives until they were 18 months (yes, even crazy photo mamas have a limit as to how far they can take it), and then once a year on their birthdays.
In fact, in the case of my firstborn, Will, I actually sent out an online album of those monthly photos (and others) far and wide, sometimes as many as, oh, 60 or so in a single month during his infancy. Of one child. Who was unable to lift his head, smile or focus yet. And I think it would be safe to say I wasn’t very good at taking photos, either.
I remember my oh-so-fabulous, busy executive, gay friend who called me after one such assault. “Sweetheart,” he said. “Forty-two photos? Really? I’m going to have to start asking my secretary to go through them and pick out the cute ones!”
And of course, all I could think was, “My goodness, what a tough job that would be for her to pick just a FEW cute ones!”
NOTE TO THOSE WHO SEND ME PHOTOS OF THEIR CHILDREN: I love them and I can’t get enough. For real. Keep sending them, and that goes in advance for you pregnant folk, too. And you folks who have fallen off the wagon? Get back on or start a blog so I can see photos of your kids. I am not a busy, gay financial executive, and I read my own email. And look at every one of your photos. Thank you.
So anyway. Now I have a blog to satisfy my photo obsession, and I don’t assault people with photos TOO frequently outside of this venue. And if the ones I do send are too many for you? Just give me your secretary’s email address. I think she’s going to love them.
He’s showing you FOUR fingers, you see.
The ubiquitous sign.
Still holding it, better than last year!
And, that’s a wrap!