By on Jun 23, 2013 in Mama Musings |

I take a lot of pictures.  Actually,  a lot is kind of an understatement, which became clear as I was reminded today that I’d completely filled up my 16GB iPhone’s storage capacity.  Ever since Carter was born, and later Collin, I’ve tried to capture all of the special memories, everyday activities and fleeting moments with my camera.  And once I got my iPhone, it became even easier to carry it around with me, so my habit became even more addictive.  Some of my friends make fun of me for being the one who’s constantly shooting our kiddos as they traverse the playground, splash in the spray park, and explore the museum, zoo or aquarium…their very own paparazzi (or mamarazzi).  But I know how fast they are growing up, and I don’t want to miss out on the chance to freeze these moments in time.  Because someday I won’t remember how bored we were on a Sunday afternoon, but I will remember how adorable they looked playing between the wall studs as Glenn built the laundry room in our garage.


I won’t remember the epic meltdown Collin had when I wouldn’t let him watch Toy Story for the millionth time, but I will remember how peaceful he slept on the sofa when he finally gave in and took a nap.


I won’t remember how hard it is to get a picture of the two of them together because they rarely stand still long enough to stay in focus, but I will remember how much they love each other, how eerily identical they look at 3.5 and 1.5, and how adorable they look when I dress them alike before they realize it’s dorky.



As I wade through the murky waters of Mama Time, it’s easy to feel like the day is never going to end, but when I look back at my pictures, I see just how beautiful this time we have together truly is.