For the past few days I have been shooting only in "Monochrome" which just means in camera black and white. I used to do this quite a bit, and not sure why I got out of the habit because it makes such great and grainy black and white shots. I love color as much as the next person, but I am largely a black and white kind of girl when it comes to photographs. I always loved seeing my moms prints from her old film rebel when she shot with black and white film. I suppose that's where my affinity of grainy black and white stems from. If you are my "friend" on facebook, you saw two that I shot yesterday...one of the boys with their helmets, or more commonly known as my mixing bowls, on their heads and my afternoon coffee. Today, I took more but wanted to do a set of something that is a part of our daily life, but also pretty special to me because it will be something I will want to remember later. I went with Liam and his blankey's. You remember his blankey's right? And the dirty ends?
Occasionally, however, we have to wash the dirty ends. It's never a pleasant hour. In fact, I dread that one day a week(or every 2 weeks...depending on how badly they smell). He doesn't cry the whole time, just most of it. But it's actually quite funny.
Today I HAD to wash his blankeys. There was no "eh it could wait until tomorrow, or tonight after he is asleep" They had to be washed today. Not only had it been 2 weeks, they were filthy and had this overpowering oily smell that I can only assume comes from being in his hands all the time. I know, gross right? The blankeys themselves are embarrassing enough. I am not embarrassed that he has blankeys. Lots of kids do that and even if you are one of those high and mighty parents(or one day expect to be the best mother on the face of the planet) who thinks that a kid shouldn't have an object that they are attached to, well, all I have to say to you is...piss off because I don't care what you think. You can take your fantasies of your perfect child back to la-la land where they came from. I do however care that people think my kid is disgusting and gross. I mean, he is, but you aren't supposed to think that. You are supposed to think he's cute and funny. It's my job to think he's gross, you don't get to do that. No, the blankeys are embarrassing on their own because they are not blankeys. They are pillow cases, and they are ugly ones at that--even before they had dirty ends. And since I don't want people thinking(or finding out, as it were) that he is disgusting, I had to wash the dirty ends today. My brother-in-law and soon-to-be sister-in-law are having an engagement party tomorrow evening and unfortunately, we have to drag the kids along...and the dirty ends. And I have no intention of embarrassing not only myself, but also THEM, with smelly nasty blankeys.
Liam was not happy.
Liam "Where's my blankey's?"
Me: giving a gentle smile and tilting my head to the left
Liam: "Mama, Mama! Where's my blankey's?!?!"
Me: still smiling
Liam "No! NOOO! Don't wash them!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!" and he tore off for the laundry room to find them..
I grabbed my camera off the top of the fridge because I fully expected him to fall into the floor and start sobbing, but this was much cuter...
"Are day in here?"
"Oh day in here, Mama? Mama, day in here? I can't see, pick me up Mama, I want to see dem"
(I will state for the record, that I have now successfully put all of those baskets of laundry you see piled up away, I swear)
For 30 minutes he stayed on my heels and asked over and over again if they were clean yet. I felt so sorry for him that I threw them into the dryer by themselves after they were washed so that they would dry in 7 minutes instead of the 40 minutes it would take to dry them with the other clothes that they were washed with. I didn't even hear the buzzer, but apparently Liam did because I walked through the living room to go get them and found this:
The dirty ends are getting more and more tattered by the day :-(
My baby...I love him :-) Even if he does give me the most annoying 40 minutes of my whole week.
4 comments:
Ha ha! Oh my, they could be twins. I need to do a post about the pathetic pacifier. She's down to 1 pacifier, it's only a half-inch stub that we cut. It's too short to even go in her mouth. But she still rubs that stupid thing every nap and bedtime.
Love the black and white! They are so timeless.
My youngest son had a blankey that he wore out. I bought a duplicate early on and it "would do" during washing times but it clearly wasn't the "original". The original unraveled and the substitute got pretty worn too. I still have them, or what's left of them. I also have a great picture of my curly headed 2yr old with his blankey in his mouth. Love It! BTW, he is now 23 and turned out OK for a kid with a blankey, lol.
Sweet little Liam!!!! I absolutely love these pictures!!!!!!!
oh I feel you on this. Both of my boys had/have blankies and washing them was always a tough time! My oldest, who is now almost 17, kept his blankie in his bed until he was 10, then finally let me pack it away to keep forever! My littlest guy who just turned 7 still has his, but doesn't usually drag it everywhere with him anymore, unless he is sick. But because I am such a germ-a-phobe I don't let them take it out of the car if we go somewhere :( I totally understand you on this subject! and I completely don't understand the whole idea of not wanting your kid to be attached to something, seems silly.
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