Confessions of a father who incessantly photographs his child despite promising he wouldn't
My son Louden turned three this weekend. Time, how it flies.
As the big day approached, I got to thinking about a column I'd written for the Philadelphia Inquirer a few months before he was born.
In it, I put feet firmly atop a soapbox and predicted that I would never, ever be one of those parents who flood others with images of their kids.
And in the time since, I've turned into one of those parents who always, always flood others with images of his kid. (What can I say? I'm proud of him. Not to mention the fact that he's just about the cutest kid alive. And, besides, people egg me on at every turn.)
So today, I'll show you how wrong I was about all that stuff. Mouse over the newspaper clipping below and hit the red dots for more.