Talk about bouncing baby boys.
Des. Well, he never stops. Ever. He never stops moving. Dancing. Wiggling his right foot. (but not his left) Whining when he wants to whine. Looking all around. Craning his neck to see things he shouldn’t see, like the TV. Nursing. Drooling.
He’s sort of like a marionette, with a never-tiring marionette-master. (Puppetmaster?)
On the other hand, he never stops laughing. Smiling. Hugging. Loving. Jumping in his jumperoo. We always call him an enigma because just when we think we have him figured out, he changes the rules. And every time we think we just can’t take anymore of a certain behavior of his, he changes the rules again. For the better. He spent the whole of yesterday with house guests and dinner guests. In the span of 12 hours, he never once cried or screamed. He was held by multiple people. He gave them all smiles, wet kisses and arm-around-the-neck hugs. He jumped in his jumper while we all had dinner. He ate two big solids meals that I didn’t have to feed him. He fell asleep for the day in our arms, and I remarked to Cassidy that it was one of the best days we’ve ever spent with him. Days with an active baby are tough and amazing. He has raging restless leg syndrome. He is the most melodramatic whiner I’ve ever met. He looks at me to see if I’m paying attention, and if so, more whining. If not, he may lose interest and play with a toy or try to eat his own foot. I love it all about him.
And when I need him to be still, in the height of photographic excitement, he is as still as can be.
I guess he gets that from his sister. She was always gifted that way.
I have very photogenic children. I don’t know if I made them that way, or if they made me the photographer that I am. All I know is that I’ve photographed many children, and I will photograph many, many more, and I’d like to think I learned most of what I know from my own kids.