Way back on November 2nd, yours truly got a little older, and had a great time doing it. Truly these are the best years of my life, and despite everything that’s wrong out in the world today, my little world within that world would be hard-pressed to be happier.
I got this for my birthday from Melissa, and it is one of the best gifts I’ve ever received… she took an existing children’s book and glued pictures of Ian and I over the drawings, so that it became about my relationship with Ian. I couldn’t even speak when she gave it to me, it was so nice! See this image larger.
Gramma Marcia was kind enough to lend us her skill and scissors for Ian’s first haircut. It was crazy to see how different he looked so quickly! See this image larger.
Well ok, first he just very quickly looked sad, but he got over it pretty fast, and then — Voila! A more handsome and mature looking lad See this image larger.
Eventually this will go in a more prestigious container, but for now there’s the first snip of hair! See this image larger.
Ian did a few cool things over the course of the weekend, as usual, but the one that stopped everybody in their tracks was when we went out to eat (on my birthday) and Ian suddenly said “Mahsha!” in the parking lot, while looking at Marcia. Nice job, kiddo! For that you can have some ice cream!
This is called an animated gif – I took pictures of Ian eating ice cream at dinner, and kind of stitched them together as a sequence, just like making a flip book. This probably looks like it is sped up, but he attacked that sundae with at least this much vigor.
Thank you to Gpa Dave and Gma Marcia for driving out to see us on my birthday… the idea had been to let Melissa and I have a night out alone, but the truth of the matter was it was a great present to spend my birthday dinner with a bigger chunk of my family. I didn’t want to hear about how much fun those three had that night, I wanted to see!
About a week ago he came out of a nap, but was apparently still tired… I sat down on the couch with Ian in a little bundle. He fell asleep in my arms — and it was as wonderful as when he was an infant, if not more so.
About three days ago (the 5th) Ian took my hat off, played with it a bit, and handed it back to me, saying “Here you go, Daaaddy!” This was a stunner, Melissa and I had to check with each other to make sure we weren’t hearing things.
I left my shoes out of the closet, and Ian said “Bindon!” That’s his word for Brandon, my co-worker who shows up some days at my office — and when he does? You guessed it, he leaves his shoes at the door.
On Monday the 3rd, I poured Ian a bowl of Cheerios in the morning for breakfast. He looked down and announced “Zeros!” The day this was written (the 8th) he had Cheerios for breakfast and it was remarkable to see him handle a bowl half filled with milk and cereal and end up with the vast majority of it in his tummy, all by himself.
He was so sick Monday (the 3rd) night that he was up every 10-15 minutes crying. We ended up letting him sleep in our bed, and he slept much better. No ramifications from that yet. Was funny to hear him meow back at the cat when Seth pulled his usual middle-of-the-night antics.
We came up with a new game where he sits on a blanket and I drag him around a bit on the blanket. We make him sit in the middle of the blanket and pat the place where he should sit while saying “sit.” We shouldn’t have been surprised when he requested playing this game by gathering the blanket from a couch, throwing it on the floor, tapping the middle of it and saying “sit.” See this image larger.
Sometimes he looks old, sometimes quite young. You’ll see that a lot as we tour The Many Faces of Bathtime! Here we wonder if he’s peeing. See this image larger.
We love this smile. I should probably Photoshop the black-bean skin off of his tooth. See this image larger.
“Pardon me Ma’am, but have you considered this higher-quality baby shampoo? As you can see it gives enhanced lift and body at a price just pennies above your store bought brand.” See this image larger.
I’m not sure which sort of “classic” comedy actor I’m thinking of, but I see a little of that in this picture. Who am I thinking of? Tim Conway? Gomer Pyle? Clampetts?See this image larger.
His head slipped through the visor with a pop and he giggled, of course. See this image larger.
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Da’s B-day
Way back on November 2nd, yours truly got a little older, and had a great time doing it. Truly these are the best years of my life, and despite everything that’s wrong out in the world today, my little world within that world would be hard-pressed to be happier.
Ian did a few cool things over the course of the weekend, as usual, but the one that stopped everybody in their tracks was when we went out to eat (on my birthday) and Ian suddenly said “Mahsha!” in the parking lot, while looking at Marcia. Nice job, kiddo! For that you can have some ice cream!
Thank you to Gpa Dave and Gma Marcia for driving out to see us on my birthday… the idea had been to let Melissa and I have a night out alone, but the truth of the matter was it was a great present to spend my birthday dinner with a bigger chunk of my family. I didn’t want to hear about how much fun those three had that night, I wanted to see!
Random stuff
About a week ago he came out of a nap, but was apparently still tired… I sat down on the couch with Ian in a little bundle. He fell asleep in my arms — and it was as wonderful as when he was an infant, if not more so.
About three days ago (the 5th) Ian took my hat off, played with it a bit, and handed it back to me, saying “Here you go, Daaaddy!” This was a stunner, Melissa and I had to check with each other to make sure we weren’t hearing things.
I left my shoes out of the closet, and Ian said “Bindon!” That’s his word for Brandon, my co-worker who shows up some days at my office — and when he does? You guessed it, he leaves his shoes at the door.
On Monday the 3rd, I poured Ian a bowl of Cheerios in the morning for breakfast. He looked down and announced “Zeros!” The day this was written (the 8th) he had Cheerios for breakfast and it was remarkable to see him handle a bowl half filled with milk and cereal and end up with the vast majority of it in his tummy, all by himself.
He was so sick Monday (the 3rd) night that he was up every 10-15 minutes crying. We ended up letting him sleep in our bed, and he slept much better. No ramifications from that yet. Was funny to hear him meow back at the cat when Seth pulled his usual middle-of-the-night antics.
The Many Faces of Bathtime