remember: pinch pots

I'm so grateful for this blog for the way in which it's changed what I photograph. Before blogging, I don't think I would have been so mindful of 'documenting' the tiny details of our home, and our lives. Now (and even without the blog at this point) there are lots of photos like the one above. Years from now I'm sure these little pinch pots will all be broken, lost, and otherwise erased from my memory of all the many things that happen each day in our family life. One of those many little things that I think I could never possibly forget, but then, of course, we naturally just do. But now I've got this little bit of a photo to jog my memory, and to remind me of the sweet fervor that Calvin has at this small little moment in time for making pinch pots - out of any and all forms of clay, and to hold any and all small objects. They're throughout the house, and I love them while they're here, and I'll also love remembering them when they're gone. The tiny little mundane snippets of a childhood that are precious in my mind. Like these pinch pots.