The Artiste's technical improvements

Aizay's babysitter has a friendly dog that he speaks of often. Here is Aizay's drawing of Rex. Recently he's been drawing obvious faces, which he associates with actual people. For instance, pics of me often have one tiny eye and one huge eye. But this is the first time he's drawn something so recognizable.

The Artiste

Here the master allows us a rare glimpse of the creative process. Few ever get to see how such great art is made--nay, hewn!--but we are the lucky ones today.

Dad's a geek.

Daddy got a new phone today. He keeps taking pictures of me and cackling gleefully. Crazy man.

Adults only get this expression when they win the lottery.

Not a day goes by when I don't think to myself, "You would never see an adult look like/do/act like that." Whether its running like a crazy person, or screaming while running through the sprinkler, or throwing oneself to the ground in the middle of the mall parking lot, that intensity of feeling is lost to most of us. Unless the adult in question is in the nuthatch. Then it's okay.

Stating the obvious

p.s. next time, more pixels

Another year, another milestone...

Last night, as Aizay was having a tizzy fit about something or other, I said, "I love you". He replied, "I don't love you...anymore". As he said "anymore", he slowed down and looked shocked at himself as if he was felling guilty about what he just said. He was probably just realizing he could get in trouble for saying that. Dave is shocked that I didn't get offended. I was a little taken aback though. I smiled a little and thought, "I knew this day would come but this is much earlier than I expected. My boy is certainly advanced-at less than 2 and a half year's old, he is already learning how to push the right buttons". What I said was "I don't believe you. I think you do love me". And Aizay began to cry.