Toddlers
View allAll Photos Tagged toddlers
I was walking in the park few days ago and I saw a mom with her little boy, about three years old and he was stacking his stones according to her instructions. He looked for the ones he liked best, but he tried to put on the oval ones and they collapsed, so he opted for the slate rocks. In the end he put the most "zen" of them on the top for a final touch. I took the photo after they left.
◾I appreciate your visit and comment, especially for taking the time to read. I really appreciate it.◾
No post-processing done to photo, only cropped. Nikon NEF (RAW) files available. NPP Straight Photography at noPhotoShopping.com
This photo made me sad. The baby looks unhappy, and I don't like to see unhappy babies. But the dealer told me it is rare to see a photo of a black Cuban child from this era (he himself is black) and he insisted I take it for my collection.
Jace picked me a flower yesterday, awwwwwwwwwwww, right? He's so sweet. Don't you love this obvious toddler picked flower, only half of it survived the pickin', hahaha. I had to document my first flower from my little boy...I hope there will be many more to come :)
Happy Earth Day, everyone!
It is wonderful seeing toddlers in the street. How small they are! And what set of priorities do they introduce? How will they shape the future? And, yes, life will go on. Leica M Mono, Voigtlander CS 2.2/50.
As opposed to Hell's Angel
so sweet and a terror at the same time..
Yesterday he and his buddy C climbed into closet pulled out a massage kit gift set and opened it all up and spilled half a bottle of massage oil and were playing cars with all the massage attachments...
Fun times
Happy Sunday Flickr
Such a sweet moment. Both toddlers enjoying each others company. Communication before language is so fascinating. The body language says it all really. Innocence , connection and fun : ))
2yr 7month old.
Big for his age, bright as can be. Full of energy (a bit overboard according to his sleep deprived parents).
There is the occasional Oedipus anti-papa, but hearing 'I missed you' from him melts me on the spot...
I'm afraid her ringlets are slowly turning into waves... still cute, but I'll miss the Shirley Temple's.
Existing light, high-key, informal portrait of a toddler in a shopping cart shot on film (1984) in parking lot in Jacksonville, Florida, USA
Actually I think before we grew into "reasoning beings", (the thing that makes us unique), we only craved need. As infants without reasoning abilities, hard to know if we felt love or just need. Closeness or love instinctively means safety, and that was all we "needed" before reason made us self-conscious, aware, or the word bandied around lately, we became "woke".
I think we are more than chunks of meat with firing neurons, the ability to "reason" about our place in the universe makes each of us special among all life forms. Our uniqueness gives me reason to suspect none of this is just a random quirk of nature. Was there nothingness before awareness, and will there be nothingness after? I don't think so, otherwise what's the point? Too many things have had to happen over time beyond our comprehension to be just luck or chance. We are part of something special. The natural man is a beast, cruel beyond anything else in nature. We have thousands of years of history to look back on to see the truth of that. Right now the world of man (and woman of course) is at a time of peace and prosperity never know before. We're at a precipice, do we continue to lift humanity to even greater heights, or revert to our bloody, enslaved past? Did God roll the dice on mankind, and was everything for nothing. We have free agency and reason, are we up to the task?
What a ramble, sorry for getting carried away. Just wanted to post a picture. ;>)
This little one was wanting nothing to do with me...but I managed to at least capture some shots for her 1st Birthday photo. This was done with Nichole Van actions.
Pattern: Made by Rae toddler backpack
Fabric: Echino Cars
cirque-du-bebe.blogspot.com/2011/05/toddler-backpack-awes...
A letter from Alex, send by the way of Julia. (he's a good typer for 23 months)...
what Alex and mommy do when daddy's away...
sometimes I try on daddy's clothes - they're too big now, but one day, i'll be borrowing your cool-assed tshirts like the one from ben sherman
we have a bath. well I do, mommy hates baths. maybe one day i'll learn how to have a shower like you do.
we plan our trip across canada. i'm going to have my diaper changed in most of the provinces. I don't want to tell you this now, but mommy is making me - I'll also likely cry in all of the provinces. But the good news is that I'll also smile when you take pictures of me at all of the crazy tourist trap sites.
we sit in the karmann ghia. mommy says that i can never drive it. but i know that one day, when you're both at work, i'll come home from french school at lunch, and steal the keys to take it for a spin. hopefully you won't even notice.
most days we go for a walk with sheba that big black dog. she's alright. sometimes though she barks and i have to stop sleeping, but then i realize it's another false alarm and I go back to sleep. I like how sheba sniffs me when we come home from riding in the truck, i i think she likes me.
on fridays mommy and I go offroading. she said she didn't want to join a stupid baby group, so we joined this group instead. it rocks. i get to bounce around in the back, and mommy laughs and screams when we hit big bumps. it was kind of like that time at a+w, but mommy was faking it then. she spends a lot on carwashes so you don't know about all this fun we're having.
other than that, i just wait around till you come home. you always give me a big smile that i really like. and i like to fall asleep on your tummy, it feels soft and warm.
mommy keeps telling me stuff. like how i have to be nice to girls when i grow up, like my daddy is. and how i can do anything i want to do. maybe i will be an astronaut, i look pretty good in my winnie the pooh astronaut outfit, eh?
mommy also tells me fabulous tales about this cold place far far away where we will one day go. they have carseats that take you to the top of a big hill, then we get to slide down. mommy says it gets so cold that I will probably have to wear two snowsuits. she also says that we'll have hot chocolate and have something called a 'fire', and eat some kind of little bite sized cheese turds. mmm. turds. i want to go to this place, but mommy says not yet, we have to wait for the snow to come. i don't really remember snow. daddy - do you think i will like the snow? and daddy - when can we go to tremblant?
anyways, i hear mommy coming upstairs, so i gotta GO!
p.s.
I wanted to make this for you cause mommy tells me that she was getting things ready for me to come, and she missed valentines day. she also said that partly it was works fault, somewhere called barking dog - i don't know what that is, but it makes me think of our dog, sheba. anyways, i'm sorry that we missed this thing called valentinez day. mommy says that she loves you just as much as she loves me, and that must be a lot, cause she gives me kisses and hugs all day when you're away.
happy z day.