In 2013 I photographed my family (almost) every day. It was my project 365. One photo a day, every day. I compiled the results in two fantastic photo books by Artifact Uprising. Big, hefty chunks of books. I love looking back at all these photos (and let me tell you, I took waaaay more than 365). How each of them is like a bead on a string of our story. I shared the photos weekly on Facebook with my friends and when the year ended and I was no longer uploading photos people started asking about them. So I cannot really stop, right? But while I love looking back at the photos and see how everything changed little by little I knew it will be an overwhelming task to do the same this year. So instead I will do a “Portrait 52″. 52 blog posts documenting my family, weekly. It can be a story that plays out throughout the week or an adventure somewhere or just a small snippet of our daily life. Accompanied by my ramblings. Or something like that :D
Cooking is huge in our family. And it looks like Ingrid is growing up to be a serious foodie. Or a chef? She loves cooking, she loves food. For a four year old she is very capable in the kitchen. She can actually make her own breakfast- sandwich or bacon and eggs. And yes, since the little brother follows her each move… I don’t know. We might be very lucky people. Having kids help you with cooking is not always the smartest idea- the mess somehow triples and food is not always very presentable, but to be honest, I don’t care. I cannot imagine keeping them out of the kitchen just because I want to keep it clean and I want the food to look better (although yes, it’s tempting. But since I don’t have doors that I could close to hide by myself in the kitchen, that temptation is ruled out. Easy-peasy. To me it’s one of those moments that make us a family, that define us. That contribute to the story. In his book “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” Donald Miller writes that “a character is what he does”. It’s our actions, our choices that make who we are and describe our role in the big story of our life. I have an image of what kind of parent I want to be- I want to be fun, inspiring, connected and creative. My Facebook feed and blogroll are chock full of great ideas for crafts, adventures and what not. And then this happens: “Here’s the truth about telling stories with your life. It’s going to sound like a great idea, and you are going to get excited about it, and then when it comes time to do the work, you’re not going to want to do it. It’s like that with writing books, and it’s like that with life. People love to have lived a great story, but few people like the work it takes to make it happen. But joy costs pain.” And it’s exactly like that- I know how I would like my family life to be, how we could tell a great story with it, but in reality that image is far from what we actually do. It just doesn’t happen very easily. Too tired, too old, too boring. So what helps is just thinking along the lines of “what kind of scenes I want my kids to remember from their childhood?”. Us cooking and them watching TV or all of us in the kitchen, clothes fingerprinted by flour dust, sampling raw dough (yes, yes, I know)? And then the answer is easy.
Voisilmäpulla (literally “butter-eye bun”) is one of the reasons I live in Finland. That and korvapuusti (cinammon roll shaped like an ear, hence the name. Duh). Oh, and laskiaispulla. And Runebergintorttu. Luck has it that my husband and daughter make the BEST voisilmäpulla. They didn’t even know about it until two days ago when they actually made them. Soft, not too sweet, with the butteriest and sugariest butter “eye” on the top. Yum.