Having a child unfortunately doesn’t come with a roadmap. If it did, I feel it would resemble a plate of spaghetti. The beginning is almost too easy – the little critters sleep for almost 20 hours a day, for crying out loud. Feed them, burp them, change them, bundle them up, and let them do […]
(iPhone photo taken at the Mummer’s Parade in Center City, Philadelphia, today) Perhaps you read the blog post a few weeks ago about how my daughter probably thinks my iPhone is an actual extension of my body. Since her birth, I’ve used the iPhone to track feedings, sift through forums to help decipher why my […]
Jooste Household, Philadelphia, PA December 2013 BAM! Another binky hits the floor in protest. The sound echoes through the apartment and hits my eardrum like a sledgehammer. This is a new game: throw the binky on the floor, mom or dad comes in to retrieve it, clean it, and replace it. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Eventually, […]
My daughter will most likely have only vague -if any- memories of her first visit to the Macy’s Light Show today. My own memories of the show (and Santa train ride along the bannister of the Mezzanine level, which no longer exists) seemed distant until I was holding my daughter and watching that old Frosty […]
When Tamzin came into this world, red-faced and screaming, my iPhone, held by the anesthetist’s assistant, was probably one of the first objects she saw after the doctor’s scalpel. From that moment on, hundreds of moments each and every day have been captured by this phone, which I affectionately dubbed my “AiPhone”. “Ai” in Mandarin […]
So Dave and I crept into our six-month old daughter’s room on Friday night at about 10 o’clock, and stood next to her crib, giggling like a couple of adolescents high on Pop Rocks. “She’s so cute – let’s play with her,” I stage-whispered. “But, she’s sleeping,” my husband countered. ->Three-second pause in which both […]
An Ever-Changing Soundscape A few years ago, I lived fifteen floors above the street in a white-tiled apartment in Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates. This is actually where I met Dave, who had moved there from South Africa. We got married, five months after we met, in a small ceremony after providing the Sharia Court […]
My cousin Ben has always been wiser than his years. One day, when he was about three or four, my uncle and I took him and his two brothers on a trip to the Central Park Zoo in Manhattan. The boys were busy playing on a series of nets meant to resemble large spider webs […]
acorns click when they hit the sidewalk and crunch underneath the wheels of the stroller. The trees clutch desperately onto a pixelated swath of beige, yet rogue escapees float down, and the dam will break tomorrow or a day soon after that. My infant daughter drifts to sleep to the click click click of the […]
Until October, Megan+Dave Photography will be functioning -1, Dave having gone on active duty in the National Guard. We miss him already, we love him, and we are so, so proud of him. Dave’s hand, calming a squirmy infant at a recent photo shoot. My daughter, twenty-seven weeks in the oven, enjoys giving […]
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