Discovered these in the mad nonsensical rush to finish the baby book. The procrastination has left me dusting off old computers, phones; searching through social media sites as well as e-mail. Next, to call the pediatrician. It feels good to almost have it done, to write a personal history, and to remember. Does anyone do hard copy baby books anymore?
These three photos don’t really look like my son, and to my eyes, don’t look all that similar. By definition they do, since they are in fact him; but each managed to capture a look that he grew out of quickly. Oh how fast the changes come, with the constancy of waves on the shore, leaving pieces to exist, save for images, only in memory.