My 19 month old daughter loves to watch videos on my iPhone. She knows right where to go in the Photos app — either in the Camera Roll folder to watch videos we might have recently captured, or in the “Videos” folder containing videos from the computer. Content in the Videos folder is safe from deletion, but not content in the Camera Roll. Occasionally she gets to tapping on the screen and starts the process of sending a video to someone via email (inevitably to someone in my contact list that I haven’t contacted in years), or accidentally deleting a video. More than once she has deleted a video I wished to keep.
I’ve seen “undelete” iPhone apps on the web, but no free ones. In my case, I frequently charge/sync my iPhone with my computer, but only occasionally download the Camera Roll photos and videos to an image or video editor. Figuring the video must be on my computer as part of a recent iPhone backup. I went looking for them. Continue reading Recovering Videos Deleted from iPhone
Following up on the Attached at the Heart Through the Years photo contest, my winning photo is featured as the cover photo for the Spring 2010 edition of The Attached Family Magazine.
I didn’t mention this before, but this photo was not posed in any way. Our daughter assumed this position on her own as my wife moved to cradle her little body. Luckily the camera was close at hand, as seconds later she either woke up or rolled over — I can’t remember any more. I’m sure my wife can still describe every detail of those fleeting but precious moments, though.
The scene: The four of us (Me, Wife, Daughter, Dog) are walking around the neighborhood, 6 month old daughter slung to me, dog on his leash. As we pass by the house of a family we don’t know, an adolescent girl hangs out a front window, holding the screen to said window. Her father is in the front yard walking toward her.
Adolescent Girl: I dunno, it just fell out.
Dad: You know why it falls out, don’t you?
Girl: No, why?
Dad: Because you girls bent the crap out of it sneaking out at night.
Girl (protesting): We don’t sneak out… (conversation fades as we pass the house and continue down the street)
I look down at my six month old daughter, innocently sucking on her fingers and drinking in the sights and sounds of the neighborhood around her. Hmmm…
I look into those eyes and can’t help but feel that whatever I’m doing to that end, it’s not enough.
This was originally going to be a “first week” post. Guess I’m already experiencing the concept of time moving forward at an accelerated pace with children that people speak about.
Two weeks and one day ago my daughter, Anika, was born. Yep, first kid. I think we are moving past the “deer in headlights” phase (maybe that’s where that first week went) and settling into what it means to be a couple with a child. To me this means folding her into our pre-existing life as much as possible. Really I have no idea what that means, but since she is with me right now as I type this, snuggled in a very cool HugaMonkey sling (Black Leaf Organic – very hip) I have to believe I’m off to a good start.
Some memorable moments:
- Catching her during birth and placing her on my wife’s chest.
- My mom bursting into tears upon seeing me holding her only two hours after she was born.
- Seeing her contentedly drink from my wife’s breast. Instinct is amazing. Maybe a cliche statement, but hard to deny.
- Laughing as we dressed her for the first time to come home, because all the baby clothing we brought were way too big for her 5lb 2oz body.
- First nap with her lying on me.
- Taking LOTS of photos. Uncle Chad suggested we do a photo a day for as long as we can. Why not.
- Walking around the house trying to soothe an unhappy baby, deciding that if she is going to scream I might as well turn off the babbling brook sound and put on jazz. She quieted down immediately.
- Playing guitar for her. A solo arrangement of the standard ‘A Child is Born’ seemed apropos late one night recently.
- Being able to take the entire month off to be near her.
- Reading to her. We read most of The Happiest Baby on the Block and this morning we were reading Newsweek together.
- Any time she returns my gaze. My heart swells and melts at the same time.
Some challenges so far:
- Newborn gas. Apparently digestive systems have a break-in period. At least that’s what Anika has been telling us nightly for the past couple weeks.
- The whole “I’m crying because I’m uncomfortable — Now I’m yelling because I’m unhappy — Now I’m screaming because of all the yelling — I’m screaming so hard I can’t breathe” thing.
- Going through the LOTS of photos we are taking so we can post some online for friends and family.
- Finding time to keep the rest of life going (bills, email, etc.) while still attending to all the needs of a newborn baby.
- Being able to watch Battlestar Galactica (or a movie, or one of the other two shows we watch) all the way through in one sitting.
- First day of school, first date, teenage insurance premiums, college tuition — okay, so maybe I’m getting ahead of myself here.
- Dealing with child related challenges in a state of sleep deprivation I’ve rarely experienced before.
Really, the challenges so far are not all that great. Well, the sleep deprivation is tough. Still, most of the heavy lifting is done by Mom at this point, with Dad mainly playing the hunter gatherer role — a role I have put off for a month. So basically I’m just making sure the needs of my girls are met, and enjoying it while I can.