“Is ten.” he says “What? No, it is six…wait, what did you say Ryder?” I ask after half listening between packing lunches, making breakfast, hearing a baby cry. “Three plus three plus two plus two is ten, right?” he responds. “Um, yes, actually, that is correct.” I reply slowly as I add what he said…
We are three months in. Last year at this time I had an eleven month old and a two and a half year old. Today was the first day I felt like things were finally gelling with three while working.
A purple winter coat engulfs a small girl with dark brown bangs and a swinging ponytail. She is gripping the hand of her Daddy tightly as they make their way down a busy sidewalk street. She shyly smiles and whispers a comment here and there. He leans down enthusiastically, encouraging her that it will be…
Zoom! Pow! Kaboom! The screen swirls in an action-packed whirlwind of dueling duos. They are fighting the slyest villains. Keeping crime at bay in the darkest of Gotham’s streets. Smack! Wham! Zonk!
The viewfinder is lined up for a perfect shot. The light of the sun is aligning at that “golden” moment. We take a breath. Click!…hold, 1, 2,…”I did it!” Ryder exclaims from behind his boxy-white film camera. We wait patiently for the film to develop before our eyes. The magic happens. He has framed yet…