Note To Future Self

We still haven’t come to grips with the idea of dressing a baby in adult clothes. What’s the point of putting pants and a cardigan on an infant when they’re just going to be sodden and ready to come off in 20 minutes. I’m all about the the dressing gowns and onesies….

OMG! Kawai!

Can anyone explain the baby sleeping bag thing?

Good fashion sense…

It’s hereditary.

(as is the urge to wear underwear outside your clothes, apparently)

Anna will be returning to work on Monday, so I’ve been doing some practice days.

This week we learned how to bleed Magura disc brakes.

Sweet.

[correction: OK, OK, I admit it. That's actually a workshop manual for Magura hydraulic _rim_ brakes, which is somehow geekier, more retro-grouch, and much, much (much!) sadder than were it disc brakes. I confess.]

I think we’ve all seen the photos, usually taken at some sort of ante-natal class reunion. A pile of fresh babies arrayed on a couch or blanket in the sunshine. I never really understood it, till I lived it:

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, but there’s something deeply amusing about a pile of writhing babiness, happily flailing each other with their waving limbs.

We received news on Tuesday that Alex Charles was killed in a crash on Monday while doing a tourist flight for his day job with Tasman Sky Adventures, a company he started a few years ago. Alex did much of the flying for my low-cost photogrammetry work last year.

I counted Alex as a friend, and I had dinner with him and his family whenever I was in the neighborhood. And, I’ll admit, bummed more than a few free rides in his microlight.

I’m not sure I knew him well enough to say something trite like “he died doing what he loved.” But I suspect it’s close enough to the truth.

Our thoughts go out to Alex’s family and the crew at Tasman Sky Adventures.

The developmental milestone hit parade continues.

May we present: Holding your head high (without falling back onto your face)

no rolling over yet …

aka soft focus

Since we don’t have a bathtub, Em will likely grow up as a shower girl. Filling the washtub from the showerhead just doesn’t seem worth the effort some days.

(this was the one picture I managed before things got steamy… well, the lens got steamy, at least)

For those who’ve asked why we post so few pictures of Anna and Em, let’s just say most pictures of mother and daughter are taken at mealtime …

In follow-up to yesterday’s post, Grandma N (is that what we agreed to? probably not), introduced us to the wild world of baby toupees. To wit:

One model is called the “Lil Kim”:

which apparently has something to do with the kids these days with their hipping and their hopping.

We’ve always felt Em’s ‘do owed more to big Kim:

(this is an old picture, in case you’re wondering)

My friends and family know that I suffer from chronic OCS (overactive coiffure syndrome).

Sadly, it appears to be hereditary.

Though Em says she’s just trying to emulate her idol, Richie McCaw:

Sorry, sweetie.