Liam

  I don't kiss my 6-year-old's head every time I walk past him (like I used to), just sometimes. He's getting big- he uses adult words like "recuperating" and "moderately" and no longer asks that I wipe away his tears. He wears ninja shirts, speaks French, and makes his own breakfast, but he still really loves his mother.

When I see these pictures I can see the same kid that carried around Peter Pan figurines and wanted to marry Ariel the Little Mermaid.  I am still smitten with him.

Today I spent hours playing with the kids in their room. I went along with whatever they scripted- I built a fort, pretended to be Cinderella, crawled around on the floor.   They let me in on their imaginary world and it was like I was one of them. It was a Jane Goodall moment.

 I took out my camera and snapped a few of these pictures while 'playing native'. The shots feel natural- a range of emotion with different faces and different moods depending on the type of play.