To say that it was a quiet weekend would be something of an understatement. Anna and the kids went down to Disney with a friend, and I was left to fend for myself in utter silence. In my defense, I had made plans to go fishing with a buddy, but his boat was in the shop, and he ended up going out of town. My solitude, therefore, was not completely of my own choosing—but I embraced it nonetheless.
Kemper starts school tomorrow—first grade—and to have seen him grow up just this summer has been amazing. Last year was a learning experience for all involved, and I am not naïve enough to think that the first few weeks of the new schoolyear will be without its ups and downs. Once he settles in, though, I am hopeful that this year will be even better than the last.
Nora begins a three day-a-week program soon, as well, and she blossomed in her “class” last year. She is social, but I am terribly curious to see what her new independent, sassy streak will mean to her previously demure behavior. As they say, history seldom remembers well-behaved women, so her cheekiness will likely serve her well. It is something that her brother and I can foster with great aplomb. I knew that she wouldn’t stay the sweet little cherub forever, and I am so enjoying her personality as it comes out more and more each day.
Life is good, and I look forward to seeing how much better it gets this year.
Although I have written a fair amount about Kemper and his travels with me, I have not given Nora her due credit. The munchkin was a trooper on the trails, much better in fact than the minion was at his age. For anyone who knows me, you can see from Nora’s face and general baby-bulbousness, the apple did not fall far from the tree. There is, as I am wont to say, no denying that this one belongs to me.
She is a mellow little thing, until something lights her red hair on fire, and then she can throw a tantrum with the best of them. Yes, she gets this from me, too. She adores Kemper, and if she had her druthers, she would just follow around him the whole day keeping him company and playing with whatever toys he didn’t requisition from her (with force) because they were too small, and she might choke on them.
Because her mind is curious and wanders, she is great for candids (as this shot attests), and I look forward to using her as a subject as she grows up around me with speed that I didn’t think was possible, even though I have seen it firsthand with Kemper.
I would like to say that this was a Christmas Eve candid of Kemper and Nora gazing into the lights and contemplating the true meaning of Christmas. I would like to, but that would be disingenuous. This “candid” took a half hour of bargaining and cajoling, many takes, and ultimately one perfect photograph. In the end, though, that is what matters on Christmas–the memory of the moment, and not the chaos that went into the whole charade. Christmas this year was one of the best I can remember, certainly in my adult life. On Christmas Eve, I gave Kemper my old DSLR (a Nikon D40), which he will grow into and out of faster than a pair of tennis shoes. On Christmas morning, we went to the Nocatee Preserve for his first photography outing. As he took photographs of sticks and tree trunks, I thought back to when the photography bug first bit me in middle school. Although Kemper is very young, only turning six at the end of January, he is just as curious as I was at that age, and he loved walking with me while I took pictures in the preserve or among the driftwood at Big Talbot Island. Now he has his own camera, and in time, he will develop his own tastes. As I said in a previous post, I have no doubt he will surpass me in time, when his patience kicks in (perhaps when he is thirty or so), but for now I will enjoy my little photography buddy. I will teach him all I have learned, but the pose–that is all his own.
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