Vintage Photos

This is a quick little popcorn entry. I like my iPhone. I hate the iPhone camera - the image quality is terrible.

A friend, however, pointed me toward an iPhone app called Hipstamatic that instantly applies effects to your shots giving them a 1960's-70's look. It takes the iPhone camera's weakness and turns into a benefit, sorta.

I don't know about you, but nearly all of my baby photos have an instamatic, 35mm feel to them, so I've enjoyed taking a step back in time while taking pictures of modern day people.

The photo to the right is a picture of Benjamin taken a few nights ago, but it seriously could pass for a photo of me when I was 2 years old. Some days Benjamin looks like me and some days I think I put the wrong baby in the car from the grocery store.

But this photo brought me pause as I admired the details of the vintage look and how it seemed to seal this moment of time in amber. Seeing this photo brought back a rush of my own good memories as a kid in Virginia - playing in the snow, raking leaves, trick or treating. It made me realize that Benjamin and other kids will have a hard drive with 5,000 hi-res 10MB snapshots to look through as their "baby book." Which makes me think they won't treasure them as much as the people that may have 100-150 aging pieces of film that was their childhood.

So I'm going to try and take some antiquated shots to give Benjamin something vintage to look at when and if he cares to do in the future. The sad thing is that now I will truly look like a tourist when we go out with my SLR in one hand and my iPhone in the other. This is where "dad's a dork" starts I suppose.

Happy Birthday Benjamin!

It's official, on February 13th, 2010 Benjamin turned 2 years old. This is a personal triumph for Emily and I, in that we haven't screwed things up too badly over the past 24 months. In fact, some may say that we've done quite well with our first endeavor raising a child from scratch. I guess the only person that could really give us bona fide feedback would be Benjamin, but I saved him the trouble and filled out his evaluation form with "Exceeds Expectations" in all of the applicable categories.

Man, 2 years. Some days it feels like it's been 10 years, and some days it feels like 2 months. I treated myself to a little trip down Memory Lane and looked through my slew of Benjamin baby pictures (diehards should look at some old blog entries for reference).

My first reaction was, "Uhh, who is this baby?" There seriously are some pictures that look nothing like present day Benjamin, like someone inserted a picture of a stand-in stunt baby.

My second reaction was, "He was sooo tiny!" He was definitely larger than your average newborn baby, but there are some pics that it looks like I'm hugging a Kaiser roll smothered in blankets. A far cry from the 35lb squirming barbell that he is today.

My third reaction was the fact that I didn't really miss his super tiny days. Newborn babies, while cute, are more like nurturing a science experiment. You are constantly monitoring it, checking it for new data (or poo-poo), and anxiously awaiting for a breakthrough moment. The fun really kicked in 10 months later when you actually feel like there is some give-n-take between the two of you.

So what do you get after 24 months? Your first grey hair, seriously. I saw one on the side of my head today and it had Benjamin's new "personality" written all over it. In some instances he seeks total independence and self-sufficiency, in others he is lovingly holding my hand and leading me around the house to either show me something or so that I can help reach/get/grab/pour something for him. The trick is that his personality swings from moment to moment, and you're not sure which moment you're in until, well you're in it.

After 24 months you also get a 2 year old's birthday party. Okay, not to be a big-timer, but this little shindig some how eclipsed the $200 price tag. I GUARANTEE you I never had a birthday party when I was a kid that cost Two Bills. "But Dale, you must have flown everyone to the Bellagio and treated people to Pegasus riding lessons?"

Umm... we rented a church's indoor playground for two hours and had some chicken nuggets with juice boxes. Two Bills. And the playground violated my cardinal rule, don't swap a "z" for an "s" just to make it "kool."

Don't get me wrong, the Pajama Party themed event seemed to be a huge hit with a full compliment of pajama-ed friends and family having a squealing good time. I was just sticker shocked by what a modern day, somewhat modest birthday party cost. What made it swallowable was seeing a flush-faced Benjamin run around the playground, riding on slides, climbing up cushions and downing Capri-Suns® like a marathon runner.

And because I'm the no-fun parent, we only let him have about 1/3 of his presents and the rest went in the closest for a rainy day surprise or to donate during a toy drive. He has way too much stuff. I don't know how it happened, it all snuck in somehow and accumulated in various depots around the house.

His big birthday gift item was a tricked out handyman workstation with all kinds of little tools, bits and pieces. He is a little too young to actually build the projects, but he loves dressing up and hammering stuff. And his OCD comes out when all of the tools aren't put back into place at the end of a work session. Sure, I'll take the credit/blame for that behavior.

All in all, he is still my little baby boy right now, and I know that they will change pretty quickly. But I take comfort knowing that he will forever be my little buddy no matter how old he gets. Happy Birthday Benjamin.