I love hanging back and taking photos of my family from behind. It’s candid and tells more of the story of what’s happening. I have quite a collection of photos I have taken of the backs of my family. I hope grouping some of them here like this doesn’t look too creepy stalkerish or Blair Witch like.
She is fiercely independent, my daughter. She’s at that age where she wants to do everything for herself, by herself. Undo her seatbelt, get in and out of the car, get dressed, do up all the fiddly buttons, make her own sandwich.
All these things I wait patiently for her to do all by herself, knowing it would be ten times quicker to do them for her, but also knowing she needs to do them herself.
This morning it was 1:27am when she called out my name over and over in her cute, crackly cold and flu voice. I raced into her room to see what the problem was.
She couldn’t reach the tissues that were on the floor next to her bed. That is totally something she could have done herself without dragging me out of bed in the middle of the night.
I was at the supermarket with Xanthe, my lovely three year old daughter. Lately she has become defiant, temperamental and just all sorts of joyful to be around.
This particular day, Xanthe wanted to go home right this second and was not enjoying grocery shopping at all!
I told her I just needed to grab a few things and then we would go home as I needed to start making dinner.
“What are we having for dinner?” She asks through her pout.
“Lasagne” I answer
“I DON’T LIKE VAGINA!” she screams at the top of her tiny lungs.
“La-sag-ne, Xanthe. Lasagne” I correct through my laughter.
I couldn’t get out of there quick enough. Nicely played Xanthe.
Linking up with IBOT today – because it’s Tuesday… and I blogged.