Life as viewed by a Two-year-old

I took all the pictures off my camera the other day and loaded them onto the computer.  As I scrolled through them, I was puzzled at first with some of the subjects.  Then I remembered that Bradlee had had possession of the camera a few times.

This is Grandma.

 

The face comes into the picture when playing Hide and Seek. 

This is Papa.  You can tell by the jeans, belt, and shoes...

...or maybe just jeans and belt. 

Uncle playing a non-energetic form of Hide and Seek...

 ...so the face is no longer in the picture.

Is Uncle going to get me or is he faking?

I don't know what Auntie Richelle is doing but it looks like fun.

Grandma took the camera away so Papa is playing "Cut the Rope" with me on his phone.

I found it interesting how there were no faces in the picture unless the person was interacting with him. I'm not so sure it was just inexperience with cameras.  He was looking at the screen when he took the pictures.  

I remember identifying my mother in a group by the skirt she was wearing.  I clearly remember at convention one year when I was quite young taking hold of my mother's skirt when when she was standing with a circle of ladies in the shade of a tree.  There was merry laughter from the ladies and when I looked around to see who else was there, I was confused to see my mother's skirt across the circle.  I took another look at the material I had clenched in my hand and saw it wasn't right so I walked across the small gathering to the skirt made of the right pattern of material.  My mother put her hand on my head and I leaned into the comfort of her presence. 

Of course, I now know the merry laughter was at my expense of mistaking someone else's skirt for my mother's but it literally and figuratively went over my head at the time and left nary a blemish on my psyche.  So I find it intriguing to look at the pictures Bradlee takes.