zygote daddy

"chins" just ain't gonna cut it anymore.

Not sure if you noticed, but Chins has undergone an awful lot of vertical growth during the past several months (oh wait, I was AWOL, so nevermind) and has only been shrinking in girth. He even fits some of the pants and diapers he had grown out of in the fall.

What this means is that he does, in fact, have only one chin now. Besides, just in case he's a chunky kid like his old man was (is?), I figure I should nip this particular nickname in the bud before it causes lasting harm. I won't be able to afford his years of therapy as it is.

So innernets, meet Red. Fairly appropriate, no?

Now I just need to decide if my blog needs a new name. No zygotes have been around here for a loooooong time...

a consequence of extended breastfeeding

The thing about having a 16-month-old who nurses is that, well, he's 16 months old. And he nurses. OK, that seems like an obvious point, but consider this: he's extremely mobile, he communicates readily, and he nurses.

He is not above walking up to d.w., pointing vigorously at her chest, and declaring, "That!"

Thanks to d.w.'s steady prodding he's now fairly adept at giving the sign for "milk", but he's taken that to mean extending his arm toward her chest, pantomiming milking a cow, and loudly saying "That!".

I'm not sure that's all that much better, actually. But at least he's learning.

dad blog, redefined.

Um, hi there. Thank goodness for RSS feeds, you know?

Anyway, I've spent the last couple of months figuring out what exactly I want to do with this here weblog, seeing how I've been struggling to maintain the itch to blog. Photography has pretty well taken the place of writing as my creative outlet, so let's see if we can combine the two in some way. I've been posting regularly to Flickr, but maybe a photo or two will make their way over to this corner of the innernets, too.