I normally shy away from posting videos of my kids because I understand that 10 minutes of an infant trying to roll over may only be interesting to the person who carried that infant in her womb for 9 months. But some of you have been asking, and this here video is classic Samson. It is jam packed with all the hits: baby chick, an egg hatching, me being referred to as “Ma”, and a warning from my son to me to stop being so careless.
…and then my heart exploded.
P.S. Let’s hear it for Hubby who shot these from the hip.
People, I just got surprised by some film I got back from the lab. I was expecting mostly recent photos, but instead I got a pile of gems from the last year and a half (plus). Some of the shots were taken so long ago, I thought I got someone else’s film. There are some from last year’s trip to Poland, some with the baby Buddy, and even one from a film I worked on in another life.
July 11, 2010 and July 11, 2011. Same face.
And, I can’t NOT post this one. Also from July 11, 2010.
adj -tier, -tiest
Smart in appearance or dress; spruce; dapper. “a natty outfit”
the Spanish word for boy or child
As if updating one two three blogs wasn’t enough, I present to you my latest project—Natty Niño.
I’m just going to come out and say it—Samson gets a crazy amount of compliments on his snappy outfits. I’m convinced half the people who say he’s cute wouldn’t think so if he weren’t dressed so well. Moms (and not moms, and sales associates, and MEN) often ask me where I get his clothes. And the truth is—same place as they do, probably. But I guess being the son of a costume designer, it just gets all put together differently. That, and, I’m a bit obsessed with the whole process.
When I was pregnant with Samson, I agonized over what I would dress a boy in. Do I *have* to dress him in blue? Is something like *this* gonna look too girly? I hate that (and this extends to decor too) boys wear blue, girls wear pink, and if you’re unsure of the sex or are going for something neutral, the kid wears yellow, green, or brown. And not bright, vibrant variations of these colours. No, something more akin to poo. Or, you know, something you more reasonable types would call beige. Whatever happened to orange, and red and bright FUN colours? What happened to clothes without cartoon characters on them? Why can girls be pretty, but boys have to be comfortable (in the most horrible cargo-pant definition of the word)? Good girl clothes are abundant (not to mention easier to sew yourself). Boy clothes, however, are emblazoned with trucks or soccer balls or stupid messages about being Mom’s something-or-other. I mean my kid loves trucks as much as the next boy, but does he have to announce that on his shirts? (He does. Sometimes. But I digress.) Why would I buy my boy a faded surfing or volleyball t-shirt if neither myself nor my husband have ever surfed and the last time we touched a volleyball was in Grade 9 gym? Hubby doesn’t dress like a frat boy, so why should our son? Sure, you can find lovely expensive clothes for boys. But kids grow out of things so quickly, get things so dirty, there’s no way I’m paying more than 10 bucks for a t-shirt unless it’s really special. But walk into a Joe Fresh and it’s like the male/female walk-in-closet division: ALL THIS SPACE FROM HERE TO HERE is for girls. And that little corner is for boys. It’s behind the pillar. Craft shows have nothing for boys, save some ironic t-shirts. And walk in to a Children’s Place or Old Navy or Walmart or Zellers or Winners or Gymboree or OshKosh (etc) and it’s like I describe above.
But there is hope. It can be done.
And so, on the advice of a friend, here we are. Natty Niño is a collection of (mostly) iPhone shots of Mr. S’ (almost) daily outfits. All purchased at affordable prices in the stores I mention above, with a few splurges along the way.
Clothes make the man toddler. They’ve made Samson who y’all know and love. And I want your boy to be snazzy too. Your boy can look fabulous. He too can be a Natty Niño. And here’s how.
My parents got these green and blue towels around the time they got married – over thirty years ago. It’s true, they just don’t make towels like they used to. They accompanied us on many trips to the beach, camping, and to the pool. To me, these towels scream summer. It was sad day when they got ratty enough that my mom “graduated” them to dog towels, but these towels would not die. They wiped Wolf, and were still around for Addie. If it weren’t for the fraying edges, I’d use them on myself and other humans.
As Samson started swimming lessons we needed a larger rotation of baby towels than the two we had, so I got an idea. The towels went from this: My mom and I at the beach.
To This: Wolf at the cottage after a swim.
To this: A hooded toddler towel!
I rather enjoy that they’re not the same, don’t you?