The Boy. My sweet and funny nephew, Grant, is celebrating his third Christmas today. I wish I could be with him to share the fun, but as we’re far apart I have to be content with pictures. Just this fall, he stopped looking like a baby and started looking like a boy. Here are some that I love.
Brushing his teeth:
DJ’ing a wedding:
There, Dad. I’m hardly late at all. xo.
These are mostly not great, due to my having to hide the camera from G-Baby if I wanted to get any pictures. He spent the better part of the weekend trying to get it from me while I was trying to shoot extra-cute video of him. I have at least three vid clips that end with him saying, “See me? See me?” and taking the camera away from me so that the film runs out on a blank bit of carpet with my voice saying, “But if you hold it, we can’t see you.” It’s the stuff of film legend, I tell you.
When he’s not trying to steal electronics, the boy is mad for puzzles. He’s a whiz with a giant puzzle of dinosaurs that my parents gave him; I wish I’d been able to get good film of him putting it together. His other favorite of the moment is a big marble track that got disassembled and reassembled about 10 times over the weekend, and I did get some nice shots of that.
I seem not to have gotten a single good picture of Abby, to my chagrin. There are very few of Tim, all taken on one afternoon. Mostly just Grant. And one inexplicable shot of my breakfast, which I guess I took to show him what to do with the camera. And a scan of a watercolor painting G made for me; he also did a really great picture of a pear that I couldn’t scan because the yellow is too pale. I’ll see if I can take a picture of that this weekend. I’m under no illusion that it was intentional, but it’s hilariously pear-like – a graceful yellow blob with a straight green stem coming out the top, and a quick flattening of the brush into a suggestion of leaf. Very funny.
“Give me the camera.”
“Again, I must insist that you give me the camera.”
A lovely closeup of G-baby’s fingers, taken by himself.
He did manage to take two surprisingly focused self-portraits while pushing the button indiscriminately.
(This one with strawberry waffle-face.)
I love, love, love when TBS runs the 24 hours of A Christmas Story. For that one, magical 24 hours, there’s always something good on. Think of it: a 0% chance that you won’t want to watch what’s on. It’s unprecedented.
On the less fun side of things, I am stranded at home in my apartment with a stomach bug/achey/fevery/shaky thing when I’m supposed to be in Virginia visiting my grandparents and sisters. It’s making for a fairly pathetic holiday, I’m sorry to say. I did go out today to get some groceries for tomorrow so I could at least pretend to make Christmas, but as I was rewarded by almost passing out when I got home, I don’t think I’ll try again for a couple of days.
It’s the pity post! Feel bad for me, for I am ill and sad!