Well, today isn't quite accurate. This was from about 10 days ago during that week where it was winter here in Tampa.

Ok, so they're out a smidge late. We're running behind on a lot of things this year, so deal with it. At least now we can take the tree down so the cats will stop chewing on it.


This was a random shot while trying to get him to behave. It's not particularly Christmassy, but I just like it. Pay no attention to the thing behind him on the right side of the picture. That's obviously not shoddily applied aluminum foil on posterboard with scotch tape down the middle holding it together. I certainly wouldn't use anything like that to gain some fill light.

This was a random shot while trying to get him to behave. It's not particularly Christmassy, but I just like it. Pay no attention to the thing behind him on the right side of the picture. That's obviously not shoddily applied aluminum foil on posterboard with scotch tape down the middle holding it together. I certainly wouldn't use anything like that to gain some fill light.
It's been a while since I've done pictures, and for good reason. See, Daniel can walk now and he really likes me. Specifically he really likes to hold my hand as I walk him around the room. This means that if I'm visible, he homes in. It's kinda like a one-man version of the zombie rush in your standard issue low-budget horror movie, except he's neither undead nor looking for fresh brains. He just wants playtime. It's cute, except when you're trying to beeline to the bathroom.
Anyway, I had tried pictures under those conditions and it just wound up with tears about 4 inches from the camera. I figured on holding off until the All The Time Is Daddy Time phase wore off, which it has, so we have pictures again.

See? He's posing again. I can also get him to smile on command. He's been imitating my cackle, a fact which I've been exploiting by steering him towards a good and proper evil overlord laugh (think your standard James Bond villain). So far I haven't really gotten past your standard giggle, but in the meanwhile it works well for smiles on command. I giggle, he smiles, it all works out.
In homage to just about every 14 year-old on MySpace thinking they're cool, here's Daniel with his gangsta thug look, next to his fly-ass Fisher Price ride.

And here's a new game I invented today. I call it Spin N' Puke, and the rules are self-evident. He seems to have a startlingly higher tolerance than I do as far as resisting the need to puke after playing it. He's poking me and wanting more while I'm holding onto the floor to keep from falling down. It hardly seems fair.

Anyway, I had tried pictures under those conditions and it just wound up with tears about 4 inches from the camera. I figured on holding off until the All The Time Is Daddy Time phase wore off, which it has, so we have pictures again.
See? He's posing again. I can also get him to smile on command. He's been imitating my cackle, a fact which I've been exploiting by steering him towards a good and proper evil overlord laugh (think your standard James Bond villain). So far I haven't really gotten past your standard giggle, but in the meanwhile it works well for smiles on command. I giggle, he smiles, it all works out.
In homage to just about every 14 year-old on MySpace thinking they're cool, here's Daniel with his gangsta thug look, next to his fly-ass Fisher Price ride.
And here's a new game I invented today. I call it Spin N' Puke, and the rules are self-evident. He seems to have a startlingly higher tolerance than I do as far as resisting the need to puke after playing it. He's poking me and wanting more while I'm holding onto the floor to keep from falling down. It hardly seems fair.
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