It is probably for the best that I can't remember being so young. Seriously, there are just some things that need to be left in the dark. Thank God for an imperfect memory! But how neat it must be to learn so many things for the first time. Mom's been doing some sensory play with Rhett. He's starting to get the idea that he and Mom are not the same entity. Can you imagine how big a concept that is? I think it will be equally marvelous when he fully realizes the “other infant” is actually his reflection. But for now I think it's adorable hearing his Mom recount,
Boy, it sure doesn't seem like 9 months have passed since this handsome chunky monkey's Mom gave birth to him. Regardless, they most certainly have. Time just keeps-on a-tick-tick-ticking.
“He's been trying to give the 'other kid' raspberries.”
Little Man has been perfecting his crawl. His preferred form is handed down from Dad: One leg tucked & One leg up. Not wanting to become stagnant, and ever trying to better himself, he has simultaneously taken on the challenge of learning to walk.
I appreciate the way young children will try, and try, and try, until they get it right. A lesson I do need to remember, especially as an adult. I'm sure, in no time, he'll be running in the Olympics, or at least chasing the dogs. To each their own.
Dad snuggles! I love seeing Moms and babies, but there is something so dear to me about seeing Dads invested in their children. Even if they do like to play chase the laser light.
<"Yes, Little One, I've taught you well. Now pounce!"> - Smokie
Speaking of play, Rhett's currently into playing with the food bowls. Take them out of their stand, bang them around, great fun. (For the record he was not chowing down on cat food)
Mom was interested in doing some shots with Dad's uniform. What a mighty fine junior deputy Rhett is!
I like to imagine he's thinking,
<“Lady, I'm watching you.... Okay, you're cool, let's play cops and robbers. I'll be the cop!”>
The motorcycle toy was gifted to him by a woman from our church. I think one of the best ways to pick out gifts for people is on accident. Meaning, you just happen to see something and think of someone.
And last, but not least, a behind the scenes blooper. For the most part I don't mind pets wandering around while I'm shooting. So long as they aren't messing with my gear or making it hard to work, I actually like it. They lend a certain amount of "honesty" and natural behavior that helps everyone relax and be themselves. But, when I have a shot that I think is super cute...except for one very prominent dog butt, I have to laugh! Just keeping it real.