These are from all over the place, partially because I don’t download Melissa’s camera enough. I went to get some pictures off of it and discovered a few gems I had missed! But before we get to those, I wanted to show you this great image taken on his class picture day…
I got rid of a little drool, but otherwise this is how it showed up out of the camera. I think it is a nice shot, and I like Ian’s look. He looks kind of dapper and cocky at the same time “Hey ladies, go for a spin in my wagon?” Taken around October 20.See this image larger.
Under less shaky circumstances, this is a perfect shot… but I had to share anyway because it is a cute one! (This is one of the shots from Melissa’s camera taken back on September 1st. See this image larger.
Another good one from Ma’s camera around that same date, you can never get too much peek-a-boo, even when you know the boo is coming! See this image larger.
Ian pauses to catch his breath and laugh while running from crawling Gramma Barb! See this image larger.
The rest of these are taken from our annual trip down the farm from which we are sold a half-share of vegetables every Wednesday. This event happened on the 18th of October. Love this shot of Ma… she’s so beautiful! I like the way their outfits kind of work together as well. See this image larger.
Ian carefully eyeballs the coming terrain on our “go grab a pumpkin” hay-ride, while Ma and Da pose for a quick family self-portrait. See this image larger.
This will give you an idea of what the even is like… long rows of tables and a barn with lots of food… and something you can’t tell from this picture — it gets dark quick. There’s also a cool band called the Blue Water Ramblers that plays folksy music that had Ian swaying around and tapping his toes. Lots of Obama bumper stickers, and hybrid cars. See this image larger.
Happily swinging along! Something I want to point out that happened several times during this event: Ian is still such a… innocent, sharing little boy. I mean, he was walking up to kids a year or two older than him and offering them toys so they could play together. Most kind of shied away from Ian, kind of scared by how happy the company of other kids makes him. He’s a very social boy! I admit I walked out of there with mixed feelings — are we hurting him keeping him out of daycare two days a week? How soon should we be talking about a little brother or sister? See this image larger.
I can’t speak for the fairer gender, but a guy goes through a mental checklist before letting himself cry. The guy does not reveal this checklist, under almost any circumstances, as it may label him as untrue. The checklist is long but it goes something like this: Am I alone? Is there a camera present? Are judgmental people of any kind present? Is it dark out? What are the context of these tears I may or may not cry? Could I potentially downgrade from full-blown waterworks to more of a “teary eyed” reaction? And that list goes on, like I said… and at the bottom of the list it says “All clear? Ok, cry.” I found a way to circumvent that, or to be more precise, Ian did.
“Bye bye, Daddy.”
High-pitched, but not fast; he was sincere, but not sad. Without any kind of warning, his first real use of “daddy” along with his farewell skipped the whole list above and hit the bottom line. If Melissa told me that she had to duck out of the way of actual projectile tears squirting from the ducts in my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised. It was as immediate as it was automatic on my part. These little milestones are traveling at us all at a million miles per hour…
The next day, Gma Sue, Ian and I went to another cider mill, mostly because of a slide that is just perfect for him. Nice big stairs with rails, not too far up, and not too steep a slope. If it weren’t for the creepy girl that followed Ian around and tried to get in all of our pictures, we’d have been in good shape. See this image larger.
Almost to the slide part! “Pssst, Gramma Suuuue, is creepy girl behind me?” See this image larger.
If I didn’t mention it before, Ian can clearly say pumpkin. Little girl in background — “I’m watching yooooou.” See this image larger.
I admit to manipulating this image… Gma Sue was looking up in one, Ian in the other, so I smooshed them together. Can you tell? Nice picture, end result! See this image larger.
When you end up playing with the bike rack, it must be time to go! If Ian looks a little sad here it is because he knows Gma Sue had to fly home the next day. We all had a great time show Sue how much Ian had changed!See this image larger.
Other noteworthy things that happened during the trip.
On the way out of the cider mill parking lot, a dog in the next car howled at us a few times. Over the course of the next week he both barked and howled whenever we asked him what a dog says. He also howled at the moon a couple times; very cute too, his eyes crinkle up, his lips pucker into a little “o” and he extends his face up and out at 45°, like a wolf howls.
I wrapped one of Ian’s blankets over my shoulders, and Ian ran over and hugged me. I said to somebody, either Melissa or Gma Sue “that’s just because of the blanket.” As if to prove me exactly wrong, Ian pulled the blanket off of me, dropped it in a pile, and came back and hugged me. He’s getting a lot more into spontaneous hugs. He’s truly a great kid.
Ian has said his own name before, I think, but he’s much closer to being able to say it now, more regular about saying it, and in the proper context. “Who’s that?” I’ll ask, pointing at a picture of him. “EEN!”
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Image Potpourri
These are from all over the place, partially because I don’t download Melissa’s camera enough. I went to get some pictures off of it and discovered a few gems I had missed! But before we get to those, I wanted to show you this great image taken on his class picture day…
The rest of these are taken from our annual trip down the farm from which we are sold a half-share of vegetables every Wednesday. This event happened on the 18th of October.
Love this shot of Ma… she’s so beautiful! I like the way their outfits kind of work together as well. See this image larger.
Automatic Tears
I can’t speak for the fairer gender, but a guy goes through a mental checklist before letting himself cry. The guy does not reveal this checklist, under almost any circumstances, as it may label him as untrue. The checklist is long but it goes something like this: Am I alone? Is there a camera present? Are judgmental people of any kind present? Is it dark out? What are the context of these tears I may or may not cry? Could I potentially downgrade from full-blown waterworks to more of a “teary eyed” reaction? And that list goes on, like I said… and at the bottom of the list it says “All clear? Ok, cry.” I found a way to circumvent that, or to be more precise, Ian did.
“Bye bye, Daddy.”
High-pitched, but not fast; he was sincere, but not sad. Without any kind of warning, his first real use of “daddy” along with his farewell skipped the whole list above and hit the bottom line. If Melissa told me that she had to duck out of the way of actual projectile tears squirting from the ducts in my eyes, I wouldn’t be surprised. It was as immediate as it was automatic on my part. These little milestones are traveling at us all at a million miles per hour…
Grandma Sue Brings the Florida Sunshine, Part III
Other noteworthy things that happened during the trip.
On the way out of the cider mill parking lot, a dog in the next car howled at us a few times. Over the course of the next week he both barked and howled whenever we asked him what a dog says. He also howled at the moon a couple times; very cute too, his eyes crinkle up, his lips pucker into a little “o” and he extends his face up and out at 45°, like a wolf howls.
I wrapped one of Ian’s blankets over my shoulders, and Ian ran over and hugged me. I said to somebody, either Melissa or Gma Sue “that’s just because of the blanket.” As if to prove me exactly wrong, Ian pulled the blanket off of me, dropped it in a pile, and came back and hugged me. He’s getting a lot more into spontaneous hugs. He’s truly a great kid.
Ian has said his own name before, I think, but he’s much closer to being able to say it now, more regular about saying it, and in the proper context. “Who’s that?” I’ll ask, pointing at a picture of him. “EEN!”