Faces of Z

Baby Math

If it takes 15 minutes to nap a baby that then sleeps for 10 minutes, I ask, is it worth the effort?

Seriously Mommy, do the math.

Baby Woes

Ever wonder what all the fuss is about? Finally, here are some answers:

My stocks dropped 500%!!!

Traffic really gets my blood boiling.

Taxes stink!!!

I knew I should have gotten that prenup!

Ode to Grandpa

Zachary,
I want you to know a couple things about your Grandpa Mac:
He adores you. And not just in the typical What a cute baby, let me pinch his cheeks, and pass him back to Mommy.
Oh no, this man will play with you for hours, and then similar to how an older sibling interprets for the younger sibling, your grandpa will tell anyone else who might want to play with you your preferences.

Z man likes to boing...and then he likes to play baby Godzilla.
Well, right now he wants you to spin that ball really close to his face so he can reach for it...and he really enjoys slobbering on his red polka-dot bird. But whatever you do, make sure to hold him so he can see what is going on...

Zachary, I think you are already catching on, but you are really going to love hanging out with your Grandpa Mac.

When you were just twenty weeks old, and still a little bean in my belly, your Grandpa began making plans to turn you into a snow skiing pirate.

When me and your Grandma shopped South Coast Plaza, Grandpa and you hung out in the wings, you being initiated into the Men waiting for the shopping trip to end club.

Your Grandpa doesn't even care to acknowledge the beauty of self-entertaining toys. You are just going to leave him there??!! is his incredulous response when I go for some indulgence such as brush my teeth or go to the bathroom.

This man is devoted. You are one lucky grandkid.

You and Grandpa playing baby Godzilla

conquering tummy time

quest for mediocrity

You've heard the story before: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in the baby carriage...And Then comes dropping some serious $$$ at Costco for a fancy camera because if you don't take pictures of your baby, you are like totally a bad parent.

So, I now have this great camera, but because I have never before been interested in taking pictures, I seriously have no clue how to us it. Simple things that seem intuitive, are for me, not intuitive. Just ask my husband, who really experiences the worst of it, or any of my fellow grad students that have been in a technology class with me. And this isn't a moment of comedic self-deprecation---I am really bad at figuring out how to get things to work.

But I am determined!! For the past four months I have been on a quest to become a mediocre photographer. It would seem that mediocrity would not be that hard to obtain (I'm not even going for good or amatuer), but it turns out that there is a lot that goes into taking pictures. And it probably didn't help that I tried to figure it all out on very little sleep.

Without further adieu, I present my first picture that I am really proud of. He is four months old here, so yes, it took me four months to produce, but whatever. Both photo and subject were worth the wait.

the reaper reaps

One of our many nicknames for Zachary is Grim Reaper----Reaper for short. He earned this nickname, and continues (regretfully) to maintain it, because he brings death and destruction at nighttime.

The name is multi-functional and we often use it as a verb: Did you get reaped? How bad was the reaping? He reaped me while I was on the phone, trying to eat, sleep, etc...

Caution: This is the face of the Reaper. This is the face that nightmares are made of.

Consider yourself warned.