Ussins

Here’s a Triptych I did of him. I’ll update this post soon with links to the source images [yeah, right -2007-07-04]. Photos by Tia, selection, arrangement and titling by me. Click this image for a larger image.

Here are the originals from which were combined to make this.

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.. are the things that I must do..

He’s walking all over the place all the time now. He loves the guitar and the one song I sorta play which I wrote (a toungue-in-cheek bit entitled NEW HOTEL - that’s a link to a crummy sketch recording). He wanders over to the guitar case and tries to get the guitar out, saying “Da! Da!” which I guess means guitar.

He’s invented a sign which he uses, holding a wrist with the other hand. We don’t know what it means.

In reference to my recent [sadly dull and desperate] post about pants, I’ve had an idea for new designer pants. Whereas current pant design trends send a message of being used by a sweatshop/company, I’m going to wear pants that bear a message of my son claiming support or maintenance from me. The other night I was feeding him a bottle at bed time, and out of nowhere he erupted a great load of milky vomit all over - himself, the chair, my shirt, and some smallish splatters and streaks of it got on my new pants, and the floor. I haven’t yet washed the pants because of business. But I’m thinking, maybe I’ll just leave it. Maybe I’ll work up the motif further with notable splatters of milky-white glue, small dried chunks and smears of seeming food trapped therein. That is my idea. What do you think? Think that will be “all the rage”?

He seems to be left-handed like me, and people say he looks like me. My mom says he looks a great deal like my older brother at that age.

He’s twice taken ten or twelve free-standing steps in a stretch and is venturing to walk more often.

He’s very interested in anything mechanical or with buttons, or anything he can take apart or move around a lot, and he goes for Mr. Potato Head over his stuffed animals now.

Children’s toys are often numbingly, obnoxiously, pointlessly loud, with utterly irrelevant frenetic sound effects that bear on nothing other than raw frenetics. Do toy manufacturers think children are learning anything from that? They’re learning that anything silent, quiet, or relevant is boring or not worth their time, that’s what they’re learning. My boy loves a quiet stroller walk as much. He’s happy with it. In fact the obscenely attention-grabbing toys seem only to ironically deter his interest after only a short time, while other calmer activities keep his interest.

Mindless saccharine barbarism.