I’ve clearly forgotten what it’s like to have an infant in the house. I feel kind of stupid for being surprised by the things Emmett does that are the same things Ava did when she was his age. In my defense, I guess it has been almost five years. Maybe when it seemed like we’d never have another baby, I started to push those memories out of my mind (and, heck, I knew I had the blog to fall back on, after all). We spend a lot of time recently staring into the boy’s eyes, waiting for some flash of recognition, hopeful that it will come soon.
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1 jwh // Jun 26, 2009 at 2:06 pm
he looks like his momma…
sweet boy.
2 Nathan Pralle // Jun 26, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Is that picture retouched or did you just happen on the perfect lighting?
Don’t worry, Mark. If your face looked like a boob, he’s light right up. In time, he’ll know you’re a boob, too.
3 map // Jun 26, 2009 at 2:45 pm
I messed with the color profile a bit, but other than that, the light is as it was. This was taken on the bed in our bedroom, which has a big bank of windows on the south wall, parallel to the bed. Makes for a nice little studio sometimes.
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