This afternoon, we did a little work on Jack's water issues. While he's fine with a bath, he's not much for a pool, a hose, a sprinker or any of those other forms of water that little boys often love. So, we have a baby pool on the back patio. We filled it up with water, and Jack and I (Jeff) sat in it for about 30 minutes this afternoon. It felt great to me. The afternoon was blazingly hot, so the water was a nice, cool relief. Jack didn't quite see the virtue of pool time on a Sunday afternoon. He spent most of his time either sitting very gingerly on my thigh, to keep from having to sit on the bottom of the pool, or standing up with his arms wrapped tight around my neck. We treated it as a victory when he was willing to stand in the pool without me in it for a while and pick up the bath toys that we'd thrown in.
After that unpleasantness, we put him in a chair on the back porch, and I noticed how good the light was, so I grabbed the camera. And the wierdest thing happened. He started acting like a little model. His eyes locked onto the camera lens, and for about 45 seconds, he was totally working it. Staring straight into the lens and giving us all sorts of different expressions. I particularly like the pouty-lip thing in the fourth picture. Could this be how he'll support his dads in their dotage?
After that unpleasantness, we put him in a chair on the back porch, and I noticed how good the light was, so I grabbed the camera. And the wierdest thing happened. He started acting like a little model. His eyes locked onto the camera lens, and for about 45 seconds, he was totally working it. Staring straight into the lens and giving us all sorts of different expressions. I particularly like the pouty-lip thing in the fourth picture. Could this be how he'll support his dads in their dotage?
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