i’ve been diligently going through all of our photos, working on organizing them better on hard drives, and also trying to narrow down favorites from the years to print and hang in our home. at first it always feels so daunting to pull out the hard drives and begin going through images, but within maybe 5 minutes of doing so, i’m calling josh in left and right being like, “do you remember this?!” and “ooooh! look at this one!” “i forgot about that!” then we usually can’t wipe the smiles off our faces as we get totally sidetracked on all the baby photos of our three little ones and we are complete mush by the end of it.
i am so incredibly thankful for cameras and hard drives and journals and all other forms of documentation. it is just pure magic sometimes, thinking of how quickly we can snap a photo on even a phone these days, with incredible quality, and preserve a memory. in this case, a summer afternoon shown through darker freckles, newly lost bottom teeth and a shorter haircut on my samson. their matching birkenstock sandals and the rosiest of cheeks as they giggle and whisper to one another. it’s a way of pausing time, these photos. and i love going back through time looking through them.
i had forgotten about this day over the summer until i came across the pictures. eleanor and samson were telling each other secrets while conrad napped peacefully in the stroller beside them as we spent an afternoon in soho together. i remember them giggling nonstop and catching a few phrases they were whispering with one another like “ketchup birthday cake” and “mama’s gonna love it!” as they whispered back and forth. these kids are obsessed with ketchup and even more obsessed with asking me to pass them the ketchup or put ketchup on their food because they know how much i do not like ketchup. i’ll always do it for them, but they get such a kick out of any time i’m holding the ketchup bottle, or have ketchup on my knife spreading it on a bun for them. they are always like, “look! mama is holding ketchup!” because they think it’s the funniest thing ever (especially when i pretend to gag). so i’m pretty sure, from the snippets of conversation i caught as they whispered and giggled on this afternoon in soho, that is has something to do with a ketchup birthday cake and probably most definitely, the joke will be on me. :)