Once upon a time I showed Priya the camera roll on my phone and she shrieked in delight upon seeing photos of herself. "Bebe! Bebe!" This quickly evolved into a daily ritual where she clambered into my lap and we looked through every. Single. Picture. Slooooooowly.
I loved this ritual because it gave me a solid ten minutes of snuggly warm lap time but pretty soon, a once-daily hit wasn't enough. She'd shake and sweat, tremble and cry. "Bebe! Bebe!" The cries grew more distressed as the need for her fix wracked her tiny body with tremors.
My brother told me to limit her photo sessions because he doesn't want her to be a screen junkie, but she's proven with her epic meltdowns that she cannot handle being a casual user. I thought keeping the phone out of view, in my pocket, would suffice.
It does not.
She frisks me with more vigor than a sadist prison guard and if she knew about cavities, I'm sure there would be a cavity search.
"BEBE! BEBE!" Upon finding my pockets empty, she'll lift up my shirt to inspect underneath. Yesterday I wore drawstring sweats. Bad call. Yep, she yanked em down to check.
I've given up on taking new photos because we now have only one pose, the "I see your phone, why won't you give it to me!?"
So please accept my apologies, but going forward I will have no choice but to chronicle our adventures using interpretative stick figure art. Here are some updated pictures for those who have asked.
Current photo of Priya feeding herself.
Recent photo of me changing her diaper.
Tender moment while I snuggle her
without a smartphone.