“I’d like to take a picture of you and your brother on the couch before we drive to synagogue.”
Isabelle started to grumble, “I don’t wanna take a picture.”
“You never want to take pictures. But I would love to take a picture of the two of you all dressed up for services,” I said.
Isabelle had a choice. She could protest or give in. Typically she’d protest. Today, for whatever reason, she gave in. My heart swelled.
“Come and sit on the couch,” I said.
“Can Ari sit on my lap?” she asked.
“I don’t know if he’s going to even be willing to sit still let alone sit on your lap, but we can try.”
Isabelle sat down on the couch. I plopped Ari beside her. He stayed. “Why don’t I just take a few like this and then we’ll try your lap.”
Somewhere in-between getting Isabelle to look at the camera’s eye and trying to get Ari to smile, I noticed something. Ari was wearing a belt.
Now let me be clear. I put the belt on him about a half-hour earlier. However, it hit me… HE IS WEARING A BELT FOR THE FIRST TIME.
He didn’t really need the belt. After all, his pants had an adjustable waistband inside. However, now that he’s in an 18-24 month size, the belt loops looked gargantuan on him so I thought I’d put a belt on him. Initially, I didn’t even think it would fit since it was a 2T-3T size, but somehow it didn’t look all that large.
I lost track of the on-the-lap photo opp because I all I could think about was that my 17-month-old son was wearing a belt and that means that very soon he won’t be so little anymore.