Ussins

Here’s an audio recording of me playing with Mago (1 minute).

(download mp3, 629k)

His more intense laughter is from me tickling him by digging my forehead into his belly. He’s 23 months old in a few days. 23 months! 2 years in a month! Also note his monster growling just as in this previous recording when he was 9 months old (2 minutes, download mp3, 573K - it’s at a Hz that plays too fast in that little flash player)

Also, I just now backposted here an older recording of him at 16 months old.

We went to a park in the evening. Mago loved swinging (on this same swing Tia photographed him on). Laughed his head off every time I pushed him. While he and Tia were going down the spiral slide I wandered off on the grass and found an unbranded Little “Official League” foul-ball in the middle of the park.

When we left Mago was very unhappy to leave, and I said “I found this ball for you!” and handed it to him. He was instantly content. At home I started for work from home in the evening (I can do overtime work from home). When I explained to him I was working and went downstairs to do this, he cried “I want my daddy!” and I said “I’m sorry baby, I’m working.” A few minutes after I started work he came downstairs, held the baseball up with both hands, simply, a bit happily, and smacked it down on the computer keyboard in front of me, holding it there, not a word, only looking up at me. These thoughts crossed my mind: How American can you get? Yeah, I think a father should play ball with his son. You win, kid. I can stay up late to work (it’s not like I don’t stay up anyway, even though I shouldn’t).

Here is an ultrasound photograph of the newest one three months in the womb. The ultrasound found she is a girl. I was working up a video including the ultrasound video footage, but have kept putting it off (there are half a dozen such pending things), so - here she is. Click the image for a larger image.

You can see her little nose, lips, and eyes. This image stuns me.