Aunty Megan came for a surprise visit the day after pappa left for LA. You and I are were both sick and very tired after our first night of co-sleeping.
My bear, I don’t like it when you don’t feel well. It makes me feel so helpless.
After spending a couple of days at home it was time to get out and have a nice day despite colds and sniffles. It was time to go to the zoo! You pointed excitedly at creatures you’d only seen in books. Your happiness dulled how sad I felt watching all those majestic animals behind bars.
You really shouldn’t throw your head around so much when I cut your fringe, and I should really hold on a bit tighter when I do. (You do make a very cute looking dork though.)
Checking out the neighbourhood, always in such style.
We go for an afternoon walk just before dinner. You’re so determined to walk up to the main road and fall in a heap of tears every time I turn you around.
We go to say goodbye to our friend Japes at our old house. She’s flying back to Europe to be with her partner. You run around playing in the backyard, completely unaware that your pappa and I lived in this house for 5 years before you were born and this was where you were conceived.
Your face in deep thought in the cheese aisle. I wonder what you think about when you drift off and your eyes go far away.
A pause in between games. Time for a quick cuddle. I sit down in the chair, you walk around and put your head in my lap. I love you so much I could burst.
Pappa flew to LA early that morning. It was just you and me for the next week. You, too little to understand he was gone, me, a little apprehensive about flying solo, but always happy to get to spend my time with you.
So far behind, so far behind… Just in editing and posting, of course, but still… oh so far behind! Back to March we go!
You, the centre of my universe. Me, so lucky to get to spend my days with you.
In the middle of the shop, on your bike, you still manage to be the centre of attention.
We go for a quick play at park before it gets too hot. We play your favourite game, throwing wood chips into the tunnel before moving onto your second favourite, running away.
The very best part of any day is when you have time to give cuddles. I melt away in your arms every time you give me one of your squeeze-as-hard-as-you-can hugs or when you come running just to give me a kiss.
Whenever you can get your hands on an iPhone everything else vanishes. Toys, playmates, even the photo bombing clown, none of it matters as long as you can play with the phone (which you are not really allowed to). Take it away and all hell breaks loose.
One of the things I look forward to the most is the continued sharing of my love of art with you. Making, seeing, thinking, talking. I know it’s very early days and we’ve only just begun to explore crayons, but I dearly hope you’ll come to share my passion for art and creativity.
I look at your feet and think “how small, how innocent” and then remember that not long ago they were even smaller. Like the rest of you, they’re so soft, still so new to the world and everything that makes our skin grow thicker and harder.
It was officially over. You were no longer a roller or a crawler. No longer a tiny baby, no longer sheltered by you inability to move. You finally entered the world of walking. I proudly watched you as you stepped outside and walked down the street.
You are still such a reader, a true lover of books. I remember this book well. It was a gift from the council nurse on the last home visit after you were born. I remember holding you the whole time she was here, you asleep in my arms, brand new and so peaceful.
We finally moved you into a new room to give you shelter from the heat, just as summer was ending. You were so excited. A bigger space, one that was just yours to explore and play in. Seeing you so happy was everything we hoped for and more.
Standing on your toes, reaching for new things. I know it’s such a cliché, but you’re growing up so fast. It seems not long ago we could put something on the table and it would be safe from your curious hands. Those days are over. It seems strange that I should already dread the day you walk out our door to start your own life somewhere, but I know it will be here in the blink of an eye.
Experiments with gravity. Newton would be proud.
You love to mimic how we drink from water bottles. Water bottles are a big hit, they’re fun and sometimes water comes out (if mamma removes the cap). I quickly learned not to give you ones you could open yourself unless we were outside in the sun.
I’ll always remember these days as the last days you were still technically a baby. You had only just started walking a few steps at a time. Wobbly, unstable and still so dependent. I’ll still call you baby, baby, because to me you always will be.
There is nothing that warms me more than your little arms around me, squeezing hard, holding on for dear life. I know you can’t possibly fathom how much I love you, but I hope that one day you will.
Before we left Portarlington we headed down to the beach for some play time. Your aunty Tone, who had been visiting, was soaking up the sun before going back to Norway a couple of days later. You look so small and lost crawling around while your pappa went to get your beach toys.
I had so many lemons left after the photo shoot I did in Portarlington. You seemed quite curious about them, so I cut one up and gave it to you. Despite pulling a lot of sour faces, you kept on going back for more.
There’s something special about watching you crawl around half-naked. My heart melts just that little bit more. You’re so innocent, so blissfully oblivious to all the darkness in the world., and when I watch you, for a few moments, so am I.
It was time for your vaccinations again. This time you had three in one go, two in one arm and one in the other. You figured out what was going on after the first one and no amount of soap bubbles could distract you, but you were so brave. Once they were done, you gave the nurse a dirty look and clung to me. I’m sorry for the pain, my love.
Water is one of those things that never gets old or boring. It doesn’t matter if you did the same thing the day before, it’s equally interesting as long as it’s wet.
Oh yes, it’s here again! This one finishes up February and takes us just into March. Still almost two months behind in the processing and posting, but still going.
You’ve always been good at playing by yourself, but the older you get the more actual play it becomes. Sometimes I just sit down and observe you, there if you want or need me, but just enjoying watching you in a world of your own until you do.
Your smile can fade any rainy day in a second. Like every other parent thinks about their child, there is no one more beautiful than you.
I bought you a dragon mobile one day. We hung the three dragons from the lamp in your old room. They immediately became your favourite things. We’d sit on the floor and blow at them to make them move.
You go quiet and I hear that familiar sound. I recognise it now, it’s the cracking of onion peels. You’re rummaging the basket where we keep the onions, picking up the peels, crunching them in your hands.
Anakin meet ocean, ocean meet Anakin. We took a trip to portarlington in early March for a weekend. I had some photo shoots lined up and we thought it was about time we introduced you to the ocean. You were amazed and so excited. When we pulled you out of the water that first day, you were full of sand, slightly blue and ecstatic. This is what summers are all about.
It was raining heavily outside. You looked out the window for a while in your old room before curling up on the sofa to read one of your favourite books, Kiss Kiss. Sometimes you’d point to the baby hippo in the book and ask me to tell you its name. When I’d say the Norwegian name for hippo, flodhest, you’d make a horse sound because it has the word for horse (hest) in its name.
I could watch you for hours while you explore and experiment with new things, be it sand, dirt or whatever else it is that takes your interest. Through you life has somehow begun all over again. I see things through different eyes now, sometimes through the worried eyes of a mother, sometimes with the new excitement of a child.
Your clumsy attempts at affection makes my mummy heart ache with love. On some levels I think old Fanta Pants knows you’re only trying to show your love despite how uncomfortable it may be for him. Good thing he’s a big cat.
During the scorching hot February days you and I would wait for pappa to come home so we could all escape to the pool. Your face would light up when you realised where we were going and as soon as we hit the water you’d be happy as only a little fish could be.
My loves, unconditionally and forever.
You hanging off one of my legs is a common sight. Your curious eyes searching for something new and exciting. What are we doing today? Where’s the next adventure?
This is hands down one of my favourite shots from this series so far. I took you to the laundromat for a change of scenery. We don’t use it, but I’ve always loved laundromats. Their old, retro interiors, whispers of an era almost gone. You sat there quiet watching traffic for just the right amount of time for me to shoot a few frames.
I used to watch nature programs and think about how much fun it looked like the mums and cubs were having. The cubs crawling around on their mum, playing, biting, rolling over, just practicing for life in the very best way. Now that I have you it doesn’t seem like we’re so much different from those animals.
I can’t imagine a better welcome committee than you, and the look on your pappa’s face whenever you greet him tells me that this couldn’t be more true.
I managed to skip a day in my last post so I had to go back and add a shot to that. I blame the scatter brain. And so… this brings us to mid February. Still oh so far behind, but we keep trucking!
They seem distant already those hot summer days we spent outside splashing in the pool. You naked and so happy. There is nothing more perfect to me than your naked body.
Sometimes the best photos aren’t the ones that are the sharpest or even in focus. Of all the photos from that day, this one captures exactly how happy and cheeky you were sharing an ice cream with your pappa. The other ones may be technically better, but much like parenting, technicalities aren’t always what’s most important. Gosh, I love that face.
It would seem that all kids love to eat dirt. It must be an acquired taste because personally I’d rather pass. It’s probably a case of been there, done that. But I do enjoy your dirty face.
Is it terrible of me to occasionally think you’re incredibly cute when you have a tantrum?
Helping me cook up some black bean and vegetable lasagne.
This was that day. It was a hard day to get through and I had a cry after it all peaked with the phone call that told me they stuffed up my pay and we had no rent money. You looked at me and gave me a big smile and a cuddle. You always know how to make me feel better.
Sometimes I look at you and think “this is it, this is just what being a kid should be all about”. We went to visit some friends and they put their entire kitchen and all its utensils to your disposal. You and your friend O had a bit of a jam. You were cuter than two buttons.
I’ve been thinking about what to do after I finish this 365 project and the idea of awkward family photos has come to mind more than once. I reckon we could have heaps of fun with that, don’t you?
Before we got you your sandpit you’d spend most of your time digging in the lime tree pot. You’d take a short break to say hi to anyone passing or to look at a train go by before going back to being amazed by the fact that you got dirty hands from digging.
In your pre-walking days you’d run around with your walker. It took you a couple of hours to figure out how to use it properly and then you were off. Finally there was something even faster than crawling.
You’ve been throwing some good tantrums of late. They don’t last very long, but while they do it would seem as if your world was ending. I get that it’s not always easy to express what you want or to not get your way. But this, my love, is a dance we’ll do for many years to come.
This post marks the half way of the project. Hooray! I’m pretty proud of myself for sticking with it despite it not always being that easy to keep up or to get satisfying images. I hope you’ll stick it out with us!
Your upper lip covers your lower lip when you feel insecure or tired. You’ve got that distant look on your face telling me it’s late in the day, you’re hungry and soon ready for bed.
Pretty soon winter will be here and these hot summer days at the playground will be nothing but memories from a time before you could walk around on your own. In no time you’ll be getting up the slide on your own and making my heart jump by climbing everything you see.
This is one of my favourite photographs of us. I love dressing up and I love that it doesn’t freak you out at all. Your curiosity is boundless. We’re gonna have so much fun with costumes and cameras!
You’ve started mimicking the things I do around the house. You sweep, you mop the floors and you cook food (lego) with your spatula. I’m amazed at how incredibly quickly you’re growing up.
We take a stroll with your trike around the neighbour hood. You get a real kick out of riding it. As we watch the trains go by it starts raining. We put the rain cover on the trike and you look like a little bubble boy. It won’t be long now before your feet can reach the pedals.
And that brings us to the end of January!
Quiet, just taking everything in. I wish I knew what you were thinking about.
Summertime is for sun, fun and water. It doesn’t take much to have a great time!
I gave you my old mobile to play with so you’d have a phone too. For days you’d crawl around with it, throw it on the floor, pick it back up and throw it again. I’m not sure what you were trying to achieve, but I’m sure from watching you it had some sort of purpose.
For Australia day this year we went to the park to have a BBQ lunch with some friends. You were ecstatic because there were three dogs there. Even after one of the dogs scratched your face you were still happy as anything to play with them after getting a quick cuddle to make sure everything was still safe. Only when it was time to eat did we manage to get you to sit down and relax for a bit.
You point excitedly as you hear a train pass down the street. For a few seconds the dirt you were digging in is forgotten.
I bought a ghillie suit as a costume for a few shoots I’m doing based on Norwegian fairytales. I put it on afraid it might scare you, but no such things occurred. Somehow you figured it out and thought it was hysterical. In this house we love the weird and wonderful.
This was the first day we got to go on a lunch date, or any sort of date for that matter, while leaving you with babysitters. You’d never been babysat before. Getting to hang out with two of your favourite people was a treat. When we came back you were too busy still putting your charms on them and playing with a water bottle to give us more than a wink.
Is there anything more peaceful than watching your baby sleep?
I took this photo in response to all the negative reactions mothers were getting to breastfeeding in public. Breastfeeding is a beautiful thing and should carry no connotations of shame, no matter where it’s done. I love that I can breastfeed you and I am thankful that we still get to share the closeness that comes with it.
For a long time the spatula was one of your favourite toys. Usually used to stir legos with, making them fly all over the place. Sometimes the best toys are the ones you find around the house.
Every time we ask you have big you are, you’ll raise one hand to show us. You’re probably getting tired of us asking, but you’re too cute doing it to stop just yet.
I was trying to take a photo of the big curl behind your ear, but you kept giving me these huge smiles that made me focus on your face rather than your hair.
You & me, at home doing our thing while we wait for pappa to return from work. Life couldn’t be better.
This was the first day you showed any interest in walking with some help. You’d cruise furniture, but that day you found out that having two helping hands made it all so much easier. (Your pants are wet from water, not pee, just in case you were wondering.)
I’m still playing catch up, in a massive way, on the editing of this project, hence the longer posts with more photos. These ones bring us up to mid-january. Bare with me! Up, up and way, right?
After watching me mop the floors you quickly work out how it’s done and get to it, occasionally stopping to taste the handle. I adore your ‘focused face’. In almost every shot I took of you while you were mopping you have the same expression. It’s hard work mopping.
I guess it doesn’t count much if I say you’re a spiffy dresser since I’m the one who dresses you, but hey, you sure are.
Cutest mess I’ve ever seen, your very first taste of chocolate ice cream. So happy until it was all gone.
One of the last day’s of uncle Eirik’s visit we all head out to the park to get some fresh air. You and your little joy crew, all doing their very best to make your day as good as it can be with swings, bubbles and slides.
Lunchtime with a whole heap of uncles. Lawrie cooked up a smashing BBQ for the Norse delegation. You were head of the table and star of the show, as per usual.
You love your food! You are a pleasure to cook for, and you eat pretty much everything, particularly vegetables. Keep it up and you’ll grow up to a strong, healthy young man. (But please stay a baby for a lot longer!!)
We find shelter in the shade on a hot summer day. You uncle Eirik isn’t much of a water person so we hang out in a park instead of the pool. Seriously, who isn’t a water person when it tips well over 30 degrees? Madness, I say! (This image was shot with a compact happy snap.)
I’ve borrowed a couple of fox heads for a shoot. You love them and give them a thorough investigation.
It’s important to inspect things, especially the shopping bag. Having a taste or taking a bite out of whatever treasures it holds, edible or not, to figure what everything is and what category things fall under.
A quiet banana dessert after dinner.
One of Hedda’s favourite games is playing with her rubber balls in the stairs. You haven’t quite figured out how to throw yet, but you give it your best shot. Hedda waits at a safe distance, comforted by the gate that separates you.
For a while this was one of your favourite activities. We’d gather some legos in the colander and you’d stir until they scattered all over the floor. Sometimes the best toys are the simple ones you find around the house.
I figured I’d make a separate post for this in the 365 project.
On December 29th, 2012, two of our wonderful friends, Ben and Tam, got married. It was a sensational wedding! If you remember me talking about having to make costumes for a wedding, this was it! (I’ll make a separate post about our costumes soon.) The theme was Anamythical, we went as a family of owls. We had a fantastic day (and a horrible night thanks to little mister I-didn’t-sleep-much-at-that-time). I would have to say it was by far the best and most beautiful wedding I have ever been to. Very fitting for such amazing people. Little did I know that in two small days I’d be engaged to be married myself. More on that later.
Anyways, here is a small selection of images from the day and the morning after. Click on any image for a larger (and better) view.
*Because it’s only supposed to be one image per day, I have nominated two images as the official day 148 and 149 shots with texts inside the album
Christmas day we go to hang out in the park with Will and his friends from Singapore. One of them had a strange pair of christmas tree glasses Will puts on for your amusement. You spent most of your time climbing all over him like a monkey, trying to put your finger in his bottle or play with his phone. Good thing he’s decided that he likes you. But seriously, how could he not?
I guess it’s a parents privilege to never get sick of looking at your own child. I could stare at you for hours. Some times, when you go to sleep, I just sit there looking at photos or videos of you, amazed at how beautiful you are.
Your uncle Eirik finally came to visit. You were asleep when he got here, but you quickly made friends when you woke up. Once pappa came home from work your little balloon deflated after an exciting day and all you wanted were some cuddles before bath time.
You’re growing up so fast. I’m not ready for your little body to grow out of its baby stages. When I look at you I can’t help but want to stop time, just for a little while, and have you stay my little baby for a while longer.
My little heartbreaker. You are far too cute in your little sailor outfit.
Happy 1st birthday, my love! Thank you for the very best year of my life! I can’t believe how quickly it has passed. A year ago you blew me away when I held you in my arms for the very first time. So tiny, so perfect. You had me at Hello. Words fail to describe how much I love you. You are simply divine.
What better way to spend christmas than to eat with your family and some very good friends. Last year we came home from the hospital to a big family dinner, this year we kept it a bit smaller, but just as good. I fairly sure your favourite part of the day was getting to eat the christmas tree.
Dinner is by far your favourite meal of the day. Especially when it’s served like this. A whole heap of food to pick and choose from. It may look like a lot, but you usually plough through most of it. Whatever doesn’t end up on the floor, that is.
Remotes, phones, shirts… Anything with buttons. If it blinks, even better. If it turns the tv or the playstation on, the best. It doesn’t matter to you that you never get to actually watch tv as long as you can play with the remotes and make things turn on and off. Boys and their gadgets, huh?
From the window in your room we can see other apartments behind us and the car repair shop next door. It’s probably one of your favourite places to hang out, especially since there’s been some construction going on.
Standing on your own is easy as long as you forget that you’re doing it. And having a little dance to Old McDonald makes it fairly simple to momentarily forget.
It’s not always the greatest when I forget to take a photo of you all day and then start just before bath time. They can’t all be great, but they’re all true.
There are a small handful of people you absolutely adore in this world next to me and your pappa. And this lovely lady and her mum is definitely right up there.
Some cooling rain on a hot summers day. We’d been playing, running in and out of the rain. I had just gotten your wet clothes off when you decided to go for a crawl outside. I picked up my camera and took a few photos. While I was shooting you crawled up to the gate, picked something up and put it in your mouth. I put the camera down and came over to see what it was, but you immediately spat it out. Curious as to what made you have such a reaction I picked it up to have a look. It was dog poo. Next time I’ll take a closer look before I pick up anything you spit out that quickly.
I’m surprised you haven’t made more of a mess of your pappa’s records yet. You seem to be fond of the cover of the Black Flag album. Not sure it’s your kind of much though, love.
We’re still behind in the big baby proofing project. You’ve discovered that you can open the doors to where we keep our wine and cocktail glasses, but you have yet to figure out how to let go so you can get at what’s in there. Thankfully.