I started this whole ‘Our Month in Photos’ thing in January, and since I quite enjoyed doing it, I thought I’d do it again. So, without me talking too much bollocks, which is almost a hallmark of this blog, I’ll get right into it.
“He’s dressed me like a dick again, hasn’t he?”
If you follow this blog regularly, or even follow me on Instagram, you’ll know I like to dress Isabelle a little bit, shall we say, stupidly. Not that I’d say she looks stupid. I actually think I have a fine eye for baby fashion, and fashion in general if I’m honest.
I’m a big supporter of allowing people to be creative. Does it matter if sometimes it doesn’t work? No. Failing is a massive part of life, and I love failing at something. When I do something, whether that’s dress Isabelle or try something new in life, I have no problem with failing at it. Failing teaches us something every time we do it, and if we never fear failing, then we’ll always be in with a chance of succeeding. Sorry. I didn’t mean for a single photo of Isabelle wearing something silly to turn into ‘Life Lessons with Ross’ but there we go.
“I don’t wave, I point!”
This is a photo that I love as it very accurately shows off how Isabelle says hello. She doesn’t like to wave, she likes to point. I have told her that pointing is rude, even more so when it’s followed with a laugh and I’ve just gotten out of the shower. It doesn’t help my self confidence, but she’s an evil baby, so I shouldn’t be surprised.
It’s also nice having the odd photo with Rachel actually in it. Most of the photos I post on this blog are of Isabelle, then I guess quite a few of them are of me. But these days I do try and take more of Rachel. I want Isabelle to see lots of her parents when she looks back on old photos, and not just ones of herself.
“Is this flower for me?”
When we were away in Lynton we decided, as it was Valentine’s Day, to do a mini photo shoot with Isabelle. Rachel even brought props! Talk about an organised woman. I don’t even pack my own suitcase, yet this girl remembers bloody balloons!
Anyway, back to the photo. This wasn’t my favourite one from the ‘shoot’, but it was Rachel’s. If you want to see mine just read the post from the trip. Of course I still like it, any picture with a nice cute smile from Isabelle is one that I’m going to like, but this is a photo that really makes me want to get better at photography. It makes me want to buy the screens, the lighting and get all the editing programmes on the computer. But it also makes me thankful for having this blog. Had it not been for the blog, Rachel might not have wanted to do these photos. In ten years time this blog might not exist, but the photo will still be with us. So I’m very thankful for that.
“Is that daddy’s foot? It would be a shame if I ran it over”
I’m not going to lie. Isabelle is sadistic. You only have to pop over to the Facebook page and watch a few videos to see that she loves a good laugh at my expense. Usually she likes it when I get a mild concussion, but lately she’s taken to destroying my foot. And I see what she’s thinking. If she ruins my foot, I can’t run away, if I can’t run away then there’s a higher chance of head trauma being inflicted. The girl is evil.
“Let’s wrestle, Ralph”
This photo actually got me a little heat on Facebook. I can see why. If you don’t know anything about our dachshund, Ralph, and the situation that’s playing out, you might think that Isabelle is in danger of Ralph snapping as some would argue he looks a little uncomfortable. I disagree. All I see here is Ralph resisting being pushed out of the sun, and in the very next shot, which unfortunately I deleted, he was led chilled out as he ended up being pushed into the sun.
I love this shot as our dogs aren’t going to be around forever, and I love trying to capture photos of them for Isabelle to look back on when she’s older. At the end of the day, Ralph and Elsie are our first children, even if that’s not technically true. But I love them as if they were. I want as many awesome photos to look back on as I can get. I know the day is going to come when they pass, and I want to be able to look back with Isabelle and go “look, you and Ralph used to love to play with each other!” and she’ll go “piss off dad, I’m off out, where’s your wallet?” Oh, I can’t wait!
If you want to read more about the stories behind photos that I take, then I have a section on the blog called ‘Life in Photos.’ So feel free to check that out.