The first clue that I have been struggling came when I realized I wasn’t using my camera as much as I had been. I just didn’t have that many pictures at the end of last week and I don’t remember taking many or finding joy in going through them at the end of the day. Sad right? Well, it’s very true that the more sad and desperate times in my life are completely void of photographs, I just don’t enjoy it when I’m struggling. (Which is part of the reason I don’t do it full time.)
It was still a very good week, good friends, good weather, good baby. I can’t really complain, even if I did it wouldn’t do me much good. This baby is holding me together with her warm baby snuggles as I try to recover and come back from a little dip in the emotional road.
I ended up with far fewer photos last week, and many of them are the back of her head, a sign of things to come perhaps?
Sunday. 1 of 6Hanging out in the driveway, trying to keep the baby from eating chalk, just another Sunday afternoon in our house.
Monday. 2 of 6Clothes? We don't need no stinkin' clothes when our diapers are this cute.
Tuesday. 3 of 6Emily brought her baby over. Vivi turned him into her toy.
Wednesday. 4 of 6The hair! The outfit! The freshly napped baby! I need to start taking my camera in with me at the end of every nap.
Thursday. 5 of 6Again, clothes? What clothes? Look how cute I am in just a diaper!
Friday. 6 of 6Watching her dad mow the lawn. Way more interesting that watching her sister play Barbies.
Oh look the sixth week never happened (well it did, but not here.)