A year ago – almost to the day – I went for a walk in the woods.
With Frog strapped firmly to my chest I donned my new wellies and went splashing in puddles with my friend and her little boy, Arthur. We chased after Boots, the beautiful black Labrador, and built piles of sticks next to a hollow log.
At the time, Arthur was two and a half. Throughout the walk he was in a world of his own. One minute he was driving a train, the next he was boarding a bus, then he was tooting the horn, then he was taking passengers’ tickets. It was the first time he had ever completely lost himself in his own imagination and, as a new mum with all this to look forward to, it was thrilling to see. Continue reading
I appear to have become a member of the paparazzi.
Since giving birth I just can’t help myself sneaking behind doors and hiding behind chairs to take a sneaky pic of Frog when she’s not looking. If I manage to snap her mid-doing-something-silly I feel a rush of elation, just as strong as if I’d papped two top celebrities snogging.
So I was pretty chuffed when Shoot the Baby by Helen Webb arrived through my door. You can read all about this brilliant book in my review over at Real Parenting today. If you have a baby or toddler, or know someone who’s about to give birth, I highly recommend this book as a present. It’s stuffed full of great tips to help you take a pretty decent photo – minus the photography jargon and fancy pants equipment.
You never know, it may help me focus a bit better on my subjects from now on, without accidentally snapping random objects instead…