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.
.. 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”?
You can call them your grody pants. And you’ll be welcome to come over to my place whenever you’re not wearing them. Erm, . . . whenever you’re wearing a different pair of pants. To summarize, please keep your grody pants — as well as your running-through-house-sans-pants activities — confined to places other than my home. Thank you and good night.
Ha ha!
But see, it’s just glue. And little colored plastic chunks. No barf. It only looks like barf. Very stylish.