And then there were five.
I first joined in with the Me and Mine project because I wanted to record our life together in gradual milestones, not just the high days and holidays; I wanted to be able to look back and see those gradual changes; the evolution of babies to toddlers and toddler to remarkably tall little girl. And then we found out that our family was going to be growing again and our monthly photos seemed to take on a whole new significance, all counting down to this moment.
They aren’t the best of photos; but then this wee boy didn’t exactly give us a lot of time to start planning for beautiful photos, and then even the best of the weather this week has been cold and grey with a brisk breeze that makes me struggle to think of it as August, so no one really wanted to spend too much time running around outside, and even the judicious application of dolly mixture apparently couldn’t lift Kitty’s mood far from ‘over exhausted woe’, but they are and will always be incredibly special and treasured to me.
They are the very first photos of us all as a family of five.
And they are also the reason why taking our monthly photos matters, because without Me and Mine I’m sure I would have put off taking them, waiting on a perfect day or nicely matching clothes, or some other sort of excuse and suddenly it would have been Christmas and I’d have a computer full of photos of our girls; our beautiful son, perhaps even the occasional one with H in, but not the pictures that show our boy at four days old, completely and utterly adored, and completely and utterly oblivious to what’s going on around him as long as there are Mummy cuddles.
They are the epitome of treasured everyday ordinary; in as much as anything this week can be considered ordinary of course. And besides, with a bit of luck and a smidgen of sunshine I can continue my quest for the perfect family portrait next month.
But for now, this is my slightly bigger little family, in August.