Last week, Ryan got a belated Christmas gift from Mike’s aunt and uncle.
He had no idea what it was. He stared at it for a moment and then attempted a guess: “This is … a train?”
It’s a camera, we laughed. You can take pictures with it, we told him. Like Mommy does with her phone, we explained.
A demonstration was in order.
He has since set about photographing our lives.
Some shots were strictly documentary.
Others were more artistic.
Some sought to illustrate his tiny stature.
Several shots – 24 to be exact – attempted to capture the essence of a cold, rainy East Coast day.
One captured our favorite moment of every day.
And several more documented the way Mike and I stand in the kitchen to chat about the day.
At bedtime, we made sure to photograph every important object in his room, including his door, both windows, his play kitchen, his hat rack and his pillow.
Then we decided it was time to attempt a good old-fashioned selfie.
Finally, he took 14 pictures of his sheets before falling asleep.
It’s nice to no longer shoulder all the family photography responsibilities.