These are just a few of my favorite outtakes. Don’t be fooled by the last one, he has tears streaming down his face. I don’t think we’ve found the winner quite yet.
How many times have I read a post on someone else’s blog about how their hard drive crashed and took every single picture of theirs with it? How many people begged me to buy an external hard drive so the same thing wouldn’t happen to me? How was I so sure I was immune to it all?
My hard drive crashed. It’s going to cost well above what the computer was worth brand new to recover anything (unless my neighbor can work his magic on it… fingers crossed). Basically, I have resigned myself to the fact that I lost every singe image that was saved on that hard drive. Meaning, all the pictures of Harry’s first eight months.
I’ve cried about this a handful of times (and in fact I’m trying to not tear up thinking about the pictures of little three day old Harry on Papa’s chest, or three month old Harry sitting up for the first time, or Harry and Papa on the beach a month ago). I’ve kicked myself more than a handful of times. Why, why, why oh why was I so comfortable keeping every single image on that hard drive, and only that hard drive?
I know pictures are just pictures. It’s the the quantity of pictures, but the quality. And lucky for me, I have this blog. This blog that I have uploaded a lot of my favorite pictures. So I haven’t lost everything. But I lost a lot. It’s been a particularly emotional week for me.
Harry is growing by the minute. Every time I blink I swear he gets bigger or learns to do something new. Yesterday he stood on his own two legs, not hanging on to anything, for a good ten seconds. He was so proud of himself. I don’t have a picture of that – it’s all in my brain. So why am I so upset that I lost all of my pictures?
Because he’s only this big once. He’s only in the stage once. He’s going to be graduating high school before I know it, and all I will have from this stage of his life are pictures (and that one outfit I forced him into until his head wouldn’t fit through the neck anymore, because I’m sure I’ll save that). I’m not a particularly sentimental person. But for some reason, these pictures are killing me.
I know. I’m being a little dramatic. But please. Please, please, please learn from my mistake and back up your pictures. Print them out, put them on an external hard drive, upload them to a site like Flickr. Don’t be like me and ignore this piece of advice. Don’t lose pictures like that gorgeous one of Harry above. And please, cross your fingers than we can recover these pictures – without spending an arm and a leg.
I never want to forget the way he holds on to my lips when he’s content.
Someone was wide awake at 6:30am. Someone else was only slightly awake.
I will never tire of taking this picture. Because one day, he won’t nap on me anymore.
Seriously, this is how he wakes up. Every time.
A pose with Mum.
Reading about planes before nap time (AKA making his room less upsetting).
Three of us snuggled on one chair. Calvin loves his baby.
Here we go with another week of the Crazy 8’s! This was supposed to go up Friday, but with everything happening in Boston, I didn’t post. So enjoy with your Monday Morning coffee.
This situation resulted in a two and a half hour nap. For two boys and a cat. Not for Mum.
I mean seriously, how cute is he when he wakes up?
Family portrait the MySpace way. Also, Harry has the cutest outfit in the bunch.
Someone woke up from his nap and would not let go of George.
Post Run for Boston sweaty Mum, but super cute Harry.
Again with this boy and his monkey. Slays me.
I was working, he was hanging out with Papa. But keeping an eye on me too.