For the past week and a half Jon has been on a mission trip in Wyoming working at the camp we worked at last summer (Camp Grace). For the first part of his trip, my sister (her husband was on the mission trip too) and I decided to head up north to visit our family in Michigan.
Let’s just say, spending 11 hours in a suburban with 4 children under the age of 4 isn’t my idea of fun, especially since we were all getting over the stomach flu. But, in the end it was worth seeing our family for the week.
I knew that I would have plenty of help while up in Michigan to take Wyatt’s 2-year-old pictures and I knew I wanted to take them at my grandparent’s farm.
I love that place. I have spent so many hours out on their 13 acres and it holds so many memories for me. I knew I wanted to have some pictures of Wyatt and what better time than for his 2-year-old pictures.
My mom and I drove the 6 miles out to my grandparent’s farm shortly before sunset and had a lot of fun taking pictures of Wyatt. I have to say, taking pictures of your own children has its challenges, and for those of you who have done it, you know what I’m talking about.
I found myself telling him all the things I ask my client’s children, “look at the bird”, “do you see that bug?”, “what’s on my shirt?”.
And you know what? It worked on my kid too!
Wyatt is such a special boy. He is so much like his father it’s not even funny. I love his laugh and how he cocks his head to the side right before he’s about to do something naughty. He’s all boy, but definitely has a sensitive side to him, which is both good and bad.
He is starting to put more and more words together into sentences and really begin to communicate with what he wants. It’s funny the things he says sometimes.
Anyways, I’ll stop talking about my son, because really, who wants to read about how much fun Wyatt is (Grandma’s don’t count), why don’t I just show you.