It’s been a long year, and I’m really sorry that I’ve neglected this blog. I can’t truly say that I had much choice because when it comes to my work or taking care of Corbin, it’s a pretty easy decision who wins. And look at that super cute face – who could argue that I made the wrong choice?
Corbin is a year old, and looking back over the last year, frankly, I’m surprised that we made it. We spent way more time in hospitals and doctor’s offices than I care to remember, but at the end of the year he’s doing pretty good. Actually, he’s constantly on the move. A bundle of energy. And I, who never had all that much energy in the first place, end up crashing into bed at the end of the day exhausted from trying to keep up with one small boy. I’m rather scared that things will only get more crazy now that he’s so close to walking on his own!
In terms of photography, it’s also been interesting. Shooting baby pictures are challenging. Really challenging. Professional photographers have my sympathy. In the beginning, it wasn’t easy trying to get interesting pictures of a tiny squirmy baby that slept most of the time and spent all of his photo shoot lying in one place. As Corbin began to move and wiggle more, the challenge was how to get a good, interesting photograph that didn’t blur into a mess because I was trying to keep up with him.
Now, as Corbin crawls and tries to walk, the challenge is taking photographs while trying to keep him from knocking his teeth out in a nasty fall, or crawling toward a pond, stopping only to ingest a small rock or whatever stick/piece of trash/flower petal that catches his fancy. He’s definitely my child – forget looking at all the interesting stuff around him, he’s only interested in the visually arresting white styrofoam cup lying on the black asphalt parking lot. There are certainly times that I wish someone else was holding him so I could capture the times he runs up and down the sidewalk brandishing a dandelion at the passing cars. Or when he stops dead in his tracks and yells “Og!” at a passing dog on a walk.
And at the end of the year, I really wish I could report better news. It certainly appears that he has no more hair now than he did in the first picture I posted of him.