I ordered some prints today of photos of the boys. I never feel fully satisfied with the photos I take of Jack--they're never good enough for me. They don't quite do him justice. I can't capture the "essence" of Jack as a newborn the way I want to. I remember feeling the same way about Eliot as a newborn, but now I just cherish each photo that I took.
As I picked out the pictures I wanted to frame, I couldn't believe how much he has changed. I know this time goes fast. I know he is growing and gaining weight. He takes up more room in my lap these days. He weighs heavier in my arms. He is no longer a tiny, wrinkly newborn. In three days, he will be two months old, which means he has one month left of technically being a newborn.
I love watching him change, yet I try not to wish away his infanthood. These past two months have been such a special, precious time. And I can't wait to see who he will grow into. It's amazing how much he has changed from that tiny newborn we brought home from the hospital. (And of course more thoughts and updates on his growing in a few days when I post his two-month letter).
I took a few portraits today of the boys in front of a white sheet. I prefer photos that I take outside, honestly, but there is still something nice about a "studio"-looking picture. I know I'll love this photo in the months and years to come.
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