{"id":527,"date":"2009-03-19T23:16:05","date_gmt":"2009-03-19T22:16:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.weirdbutinagoodway.co.uk\/blog\/?p=527"},"modified":"2009-05-22T23:03:19","modified_gmt":"2009-05-22T22:03:19","slug":"as-hes-getting-bigger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.weirdbutinagoodway.co.uk\/blog\/2009\/03\/19\/as-hes-getting-bigger\/","title":{"rendered":"As he’s getting bigger…"},"content":{"rendered":"

TBK is appearing less and less in my online world. Before now the focus of 70% of my blog and at least 90% of my photography was about him, What we’d been doing, where we had been, things he had said and so on.<\/p>\n

He’s disappearing though, not because we do less together, or because he’s any less of a focus in my life but because well he’s getting bigger. He now has more of a say in his life and he doesn’t always want to be put on here, because he’ll say something that he then realises has obviously amused me and his first response is “Please don’t put that on the internet” or I’ll pull out my camera and he’ll run for cover shouting “Don’t take any photos of me!”<\/p>\n

So now I have to be more sneaky with my observation, I wait until he’s absorbed in an activity be it his homework, playing with friends or just amusing himself, and then stealthily I point and shoot….<\/p>\n

\"Occupied\"<\/a><\/p>\n

“I…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I feel like I’m missing chunks of his childhood because I simply can’t remember what we were doing when or some of the faces he used to pull, or every little thing he said to amuse me.<\/p>\n

I was so absorbed in just coping. Absorbed in trying to bring this “thing” into the world to love him and educate him, to feed and bathe him, and as he got older organise nursery and school and play dates,\u00c2\u00a0 all the time rushing around finding babysitters so I could go out and get to work on time.<\/p>\n

I was so busy trying to balance his life and my life and still be me and with being a single mom that I forgot to remember and savour every moment. And of course not having a blog or decent camera back then to document it all as it happened meant so much more got lost in the mire that was my brain around that time.<\/p>\n

And now he’s getting bigger and I’m begining to realise that soon my now not so little boy wont be be even this little anymore and I’m worried about what else I might forget. I still rush around trying to balance everything out, but now I have help and now I also realise how important it is to stop and remember. You only get one chance at this, so I try to remember and I try take as many photos as possible.<\/p>\n

Be it ones he’s posed for, or ones like these when were waiting in the car and he doesn’t even know the camera is about…<\/p>\n

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\"Flying\"<\/a><\/p>\n

…spy…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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…until that is I’m spotted and he pulls THAT face and rolls his eyes in THAT way and gives me another ” MOM, STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF ME!” for me to remember!<\/p>\n

\"Spotted\"<\/a><\/p>\n

…busted”<\/strong><\/p>\n

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TBK is appearing less and less in my online world. Before now the focus of 70% of my blog and at least 90% of my photography was about him, What we’d been doing, where we had been, things he had said and so on. 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