Reminded, yet again, that I am not the boss around here.
The very first chrysalis we spotted, the one on the porch railing, opened Friday morning – while I was at the grocery store. We expected it yesterday – the dark butterfly colors had been showing through more and more all Thursday afternoon – but it was still there in the morning when the kids left for school. I figured I’d do a quick shop, and be back, ready to shoot the very moment the butterfly emerged… obviously not.
Even so, at this point, it feels like I’ve taken more pictures of the monarch butterflies in the last two weeks than I did of Six when he was a baby. Some of that’s because of shooting digital, but still… You know what I mean, if you’ve raised more than one child – or if you were anything other than a first born yourself: the rate of documentation decreases steeply with each child. A friend of mine is keeping track of her third son’s first year on index cards. She carries a stack of blank ones with her, and whenever he does something she wants to remember, she jots it down on a card. The cards are gathering in a shoebox at their home – and maybe someday, she thinks, might morph into a baby book. Or not: if you ask me, the format tells as much of the story as the content, in this case.
One more chrysalis that we know about; two caterpillars still feeding. I know they’re growing on their own schedules; I’m just having a hard time acting like I believe it.