sleeping…
taking baths…
playing in the pool with friends and cousins…
trying new foods (here he’s sucking on a lemon, which didn’t seem to phase him at the time, but I’m glad I got his facial expressions here in these rapid shots) …
those last few pictures show Big E playing with a block of ice, which Dana and I shaved into a nice cool dessert (Paht Bing Soo in Korean, Kakigori in Japanese)…
Big E’s tooth, shown here in an earlier state, has grown and sharpened into a sharp little crag in his mouth. I dare you to put your finger in his mouth.
What you see here is my son wanting to get the clap. His cousins call it their “squid,” but we noticed on the label that it really is, indeed, a giant doll of a gonorrhea cell. Giant Microbes also sells cute fuzzy versions of other venereal diseases as well as calamities,maladies, critters, even benign coroporeal cells.
After having listened to a recent This American Life show, we’re paranoid to heck about this particular little menace. Compared to that, little blue gonorrhea looks downright lovable.
Also noteworthy: For you crafty types, pick up Creepy Cute Crochet
The plan today is to take a day trip to Atlantic City and enjoy the free beach.
I leave you with my pictures of Big E’s first experience of The Shore a few weeks back.
(Having grown up in Maryland and gone every summer to the other Ocean City, I still find it weird that New Jersey beaches are just collectively called “The Shore”)
We arrived in the evening, and the water was freezing. <p>Apparently, <a href=”http://www.philly.com/philly/news/homepage/26215649.html”>it’s been that way all summer</a>. I think Big E is traumatized of the ocean. We’ll see today. You’ll notice that Kaeli is not enjoying the detrital smell.</p>
Heather’s stepmom and half-sister met us there on the beach. Big E liked the sand, of course. I like that the beach was largely deserted.
We ended the evening with slices from Mac & Manco’s: some of the best pizza I’ve ever had — almost certainly the best plain pizza I’ve ever had.
Long “tracking shot” of Big E on the exersaucer, to the tune of Pink Floyd’s “Shine On You Crazy Diamond Parts VI-IX”
A little video of our trip to the Adventure Aquarium in Camden.
I’ve been really remiss in recording some of the changes taking place in e these past few months. A little over a week ago, after we started feeding him Cheerios, we discovered a tooth working its way out of his lower gum.
He loves to play with Cheerios, but until now his grasp was pretty much limited to one version: the fist grab. Dana noticed recently, though, that he’s starting to work on a pincer move that’ll come in handy in feeding himself. He’s already starting to figure out the sippy cup.
Dana also mentioned that he’s starting to figure out what the finger point means. That is, instead of just looking at an extended index finger (or not noticing at all), he’s learning to look at where the finger is pointing.
I’ll have to post up a video soon of his assisted marching around the floor.
God, he’s an amazing kid. I feel like I’ll miss so many things if I blink for a moment. Even his features seem to be changing, shifting, maturing. Though his weight gain has plateaued, I feel like he’s morphing in so many other ways.
Just a weird little thing: lots of things getting broken around here.
The other day someone (a friend? my sister-in-law?) dropped e’s ultrasound pictures and broke the glass in the frame. Today Dana knocked over a lamp, and e broke a bowl.
Apology in advance to all who visit: I know we’d like people to take their shoes off when they come in. Sorry if you find little shards of glass stuck to the soles of your feet.
I’m digging vimeo as a video-sharing host. Nice clean viewer and backend. Hope you enjoy this compilation of e clips set to “Boy in the Bubble” from Paul Simon’s concert in Central Park.
All right, so most of the summer has kind of been unfulfilled potential, but I’m going to get down to the brass tacks now — starting with my blogs.
I’ve been increasingly uppity about the state of my blogs: how I don’t write on them, how I don’t utilize them, how they’re kind of a hodgepodge of things.
Part of the problem is personal fail: I keep thinking of things that’ll be great posts, and then I never have the time or will to actually write them up. I need to set up a routine and stick to it hell or high water.
Part of the problem is perfectionist tendencies; my expectations are so high for stuff that I take too long getting things just so and I’m still constantly dissatisfied with the results. So I just don’t do it. Even writing this post, which I suspect some people could rush off in 5 or 10 minutes, is like taking me half an hour, even with all the clichés and awful prose.
But I’m girding my loins and forging ahead. Skunkworks will be my regular melange of things bubbling up in my personal consciousness. I’ll have other stuff elsewhere that I’ll make a note of.
Onward.
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