Then came the technology boom. Don’t ask me about gigabytes and ram. I get flustered whenever I call tech support and they ask me what operating system I’m using. I think I'm about a decade behind the learning curve. When I first bought a digital camera, I went back to the store and bought three memory cards. That about summarizes my relationship with technology.
When my son was born in 2001, I still used a point and shoot camera. Those were the days when you didn’t know how many pictures on a roll would actually turn out. I documented nearly every minute of my son’s life because he was my first. I wanted to remember every grimace and smile, open mouthed and closed, and the ones revealing his new teeth. I captured him asleep with his butt lifted in the air. I snapped away while he was awake, propped in every bouncy, swing, and vibrating chair we owned. A chair with a seat belt that, speaking of stupid things, I’d once closed on his skin.
I documented the way his lips pursed with the bland oatmeal cereal and the way he devoured pureed peaches, pulling his tongue in and out of his mouth to suck off all of the sweet residue. I also took full-length pictures of his naked body and then cut out the indecent parts for his baby book. I wanted to see his length. Not its length. I mean height. And looking back, I’m surprised Eckerd didn’t report me to the police when I developed my pictures.