It's finally February. Was January the longest month ever? It might have been something to do with getting back into a routine after all the festive fun, or it might be because we've had nothing but rain. But still. Jack and I have been entertaining ourselves with art projects and baking. He's a real wee Jamie Oliver in the making, I tell ya.
Once in a blue moon Jack decides he would like to have his photo taken in my studio. It is completely on his terms, you musn't push him to do anything he doesn't want to do, and you must be prepared to have everything at your disposal right there and then or he'll change his mind quicker than you can say fickle. Many's a time he announces he wants me to take his picture only for me to get everything set up and then he'll tell me "don't want too nee-more". So, when he visited me in the studio this week and asked me to take his picture, I back-flipped over the desk, grabbed my camera on the way, and karate chopped the backdrop into place. Then I just let him do whatever the heck he wanted. Obviously, this involves blowing raspberries, making awful faces and doing anything and everything he thinks I don't want him to do, much to his delight.
Well. I say HA. I loved all the silly poses he gave me. They're just so him.
My husband and I have been taking Jack to football lessons every weekend for a few sessions now. It's a great family Saturday morning activity. Jack loves running around like a mad thing, Mr Dad loves the Daddy-son bonding time, and I love nattering at the side lines. Everyone wins. (Oh yeah, and it's good exercise and he learns how to participate in a team and all that. You know, that too.)