This week on Facebook I was introduced to a cool type of picture that parents can create of their kids.
I don’t know that it’s called, though.
So until I do, I’ll just call it a “collage profile.”
Featured here is the picture that introduced me to it. Granted, this is a professional picture, by my friend Joe Hendricks, who took Mommy and Daddy’s wedding pictures as well as our pregnancy pictures.
To me, this is the perfect example of how it should be done. A+!
The concept is simple: a picture of a kid, superimposed with various, random texts showing their name, age, and interests.
What a cool idea! I have no idea who thought of it first but I hear that it’s trending on Pinterest.
Just for the fun of it, I threw one together for you. Eleven days away from your 3rd birthday, I now have a better visual of the stuff you’re into during this exact stage of your life.
A few months from now, I assume some of these listed interested will be replaced with others.
But as for right now, I can preserve this sort of visual bookmark on your life.
While I’m sure this kind of picture can be created on several different websites out there, the one I used is Picfont, where I do all the captions for your pictures. I like it because it’s free and doesn’t require a login and password.
So whatever this trendy kind of picture is called, it’s something I should probably do every so often.
The fact that you currently like the color pink… I have a feeling that’s going to change in the next couple of years and then we’ll really have something to laugh about.
Well, assuming you’re reading this years from now… Yes, son… you used to love the color pink.
About a month ago (at least) our dishwasher stopped working. Even if I had the handyman skills I wish that had, I still don’t see how I could budget that time into our time-starved schedule.
I imagine it would take a whole sacred Saturday afternoon (at best) for me to fix the thing. Eventually, Papa (my dad) and I will get it taken care of while he and Nana are visiting for the holidays.
The funny thing is, neither Mommy nor I really care that we currently don’t have a running dishwasher.
One of my roles in our household is to take care of all the dishes and clean up the kitchen after dinner each night.
I’ve always washed everything by hand anyway, so by now, having to fool with loading and unloading the dishwasher, not to mention having to to pay for the water and electricity to clean them a 2nd time, it just seems like too much hassle.
Though it may seem like a simple task, it takes me about 45 minutes to wash and dry all the dishes, put them away, wipe down the counters, and vacuum the floor.
During that time, I’m missing a world of fun upstairs.
That’s when Mommy gets you ready for bed. I never knew what I was missing!
But recently there was a night where we hardly had any dishes, so I got to check out what you two do while Daddy’s doing the dishes every night.
The lights were out and I discovered Mommy using only a flashlight to read you a bedtime story…
And to teach you how to make shadow puppets!
It’s funny because I’ve always wondered what all the laughing and jumping around was going on upd there, as I listened from down below:
Our kitchen is basically directly below your bedroom.
Mommy and you get to have fun; that’s what’s going on upstairs.
Meanwhile, I have the glorious job of dish duty while listening to Imagine Dragons.
I don’t mind, though. It’s important that you and Mommy get to have that special time together.
Since I’m the one you takes you to school, I have at least two exclusive hours a day that Mommy doesn’t.
Besides, being the “kitchenware engineer” helps me feel a little bit more useful around here, since I imagine most dads would have already fixed their broken dishwasher by now.
Granted, I could get you to bed a lot sooner myself, but I bet Mommy’s a lot more fun!
I wish I could think of a more clever title than that, but that’s the best way to summarize how I see it.
If only it was as easy as two people falling in love and having babies and it all automatically working out after that…
Like marriage, maintaining a positively functioning family is hard work. It’s an investment.
Our lives spent together as a family are enriched because we accept the challenges and mysteries of everyday life together. But being a family doesn’t magically fix things.
The way I see it, a strong family must be built and nurtured. I can’t expect to be completely fulfilled by you and Mommmy.
That would be putting way too much pressure and responsibility on both of you. In the same way, I can’t make your life perfect and complete simply because I’m part of your family.
Being part of a family means agreeing to go through the worst parts of life together with the same passion and acceptance as we do the best parts.
It’s a priviledge, a responsibility, and a blessing.
I don’t mean to seem so fatalistic or gloomy about it, but I do believe that love is long suffering. I believe that’s part of what a family’s love is all about. Yet, I believe that same love is also kind.
And that it doesn’t envy; that it doesn’t parade itself. It’s not puffed up; it doesn’t behave rudely. It doesn’t seek after a selfish agenda.
I believe love is not provoked and doesn’t think evil or rejoice in iniquity, but instead, in truth.
The way I see it, our family’s love must bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, and endure all things.
And I believe love never fails.
Yes, that’s easier to say than to live out on a daily and lifelong basis. I know.
Because love is not automatic or easy. It’s a choice.
Maybe it’s too naive to aim for perfect love in our family, but I do know that perfect love drives out fear.
I can’t expect things just to work out for us because we are a family. I have to be the kind of love I want to receive in our family.
To me, this is what real love is actually about. It’s a little too real sometimes.