Sunday, April 26th 2015
The problem with trying to curate media about your favorite material around your favorite material is you can’t resist generating more media as you do.
For example, I’m trying to steal this morning to post about our wonderful day yesterday, but the darn kids continue to be so very much themselves, and I cannot resist.
This Boy for example, on a skateboard:
And this Girl too:
I take the photos because I am ever present to the indisputable fact “they grow up so fast.” I steal these jewels of the present moment to hoard them away forever.
Then suppose you regain focus to return to what you WERE blogging about, then suddenly receive this hand delivered note:
Then just as when you Give a Mouse A Cookie, when you Feed the Boy Some Food, he invariably gets affectionate and needs to hug you, with his face in your face:
Then afterwards, even though you try to ignore them, they are in such a good mood they play together magically, still (mostly) naked no less:
I’m afraid this perpetual compulsion is an affliction from which I will never recover. If I ever turn up missing, you will invariably find me flailing about inside a swirling ocean of photos, videos and memories.
On the other hand, maybe in another life I was a war-time correspondent. As I type I am under siege of heated balloon-batting warfare between my two boys. I keep getting bonked in the head and hands, like they expect me to play or something.
What is their deal?