I fear my days of photographing Christopher in the way I'm used to, engaging him while I shoot, are numbered. I can see his transition from little kid to big kid happening every day. He's sometimes less interested in chatting with me on my schedule and more interested in doing things on his own. He's not as quick to come to the phone when we call family, and has realized he can do things, some things, on his own terms. On the one hand I'm so happy he's so independent; he wants to make his own sandwiches, choose his own television shows, and walk like a big kid in the grocery store. On the other hand, holy crap, he's practically moving out already.
I snuck the shot of him above while he was busy drawing in his notebook, something he loves to do. Just 3 months ago, his teachers expressed concern that he seriously lacked attention in school especially when it came to arts and crafts. They even showed me his classmates artwork so I could compare his shortcomings to the other students progress. I worried incessantly that he was a problem child, that he'd be difficult for teachers to handle, that he'd wind up the class clown. And finally, after much deliberation, I switched him to a different preschool. Here we are, three months later, and he's a budding artist. He brought home an Easter picture he'd colored last week, lines kept, alternating in a 3 tiered pattern. I'm framing it.
Matthew on the other hand is eager as always to pose. He has moved squarely from toddler to little kid, save for a few epic meltdowns around the 5:00 hour. And he's totally goofy, in the sort of way where he doesn't really mean to be, and it's just the best. We laugh at him daily and he laughs along, not really knowing the joke's on him. Just today we strolled the mall and he alternated belting out Jingle Bells and the ABC's, stopping to yell out "nice to meet ya" at a cute elderly couple sharing a frozen yogurt. If either of these guys are going to be class clown, it's this one.
We've been leaving the front door open on warmish days again, and thank goodness for that. The living room floods with light and Barley barks angrily at every single person that passes on the sidewalk; Spring has arrived. I told Matthew it was picture time, intending to have him stand in front of the door and look squarely at me, so I could play with the texture in the background but he had other posing ideas, as evidenced above. I have to hand it to him, that's a pretty advanced photo stance. He even managed to glance casually over the shoulder in the direction of the light. He's got star power this kid.