From the Mouth of Gabe: Baby Pictures

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Friday, August 19, 2011

More Baby Pictures

Time to clear out some of the photos we've built up. A few random notes:

First, our camera just absolutely sucks. As far as I can tell it has, like, 8 pixels in the CCD. The real issue isn't image size but light sensitivity - the CCD isn't light sensitive enough to shoot without flash, and we're usually too harried to set up a tripod. So most of our pictures are annoyingly blurry.

Normally I am a total troglodyte when it comes to new gadgets - it's almost a curmudgeonly point of pride. I mean, have you seen my phone? But in this case even an iphone would be a huge step up in photo quality.

Also, poor Gabe, he's going to think his parents were nudists. As I look through the album, 2/3 of the pictures are of me holding him topless - I had to search for these, or in a few cases, tastefully crop out my third nipple. Listen, Gabe, someday when you read this on the internet archive, you should know: it's really hot this summer, and you're like a little radiator!

This is my impression of a seal!

Dude.....that was some goooooooodddd milk!

Daddy, just cuz this is the Internet, that doesn't mean you have to post nude photos of yourself!

CC is on duty!

I wonder if I can swing from that chandelier...

Mr. Mom in the purple Moby...I wonder if I should spit up first or poop first!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Børtographs

The grandparents et. al. keep asking for more photos of the børt. Well, that works out well, because our friends Chris and Lisa came over for dinner the other day, and Chris has a "real" camera, which he uses for "professional photography" - apparently my 3.5 MP Canon point and shoot from 1743 isn't considered state of the art. Anyway, enjoy - Chris captured some pretty priceless expressions.

(BTW the pictures on the blog are all uploaded at full res, so you can simply download the zoomed picture - what's on the blog is as good as what I have.)

Daddy's "working"? Yeah, right.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Bris-sion accomplished!

(Credit to my sister for coming up with that title.)

Gabriel's bris was on Thursday, 7/7, which also happened to be my parents' wedding anniversary. For the uninitiated, a "bris" is a Jewish ritual circumcision that is held at home on the 8th day after birth. Don't worry - local anesthesia is used so it's very humane! It went well, though the little man certainly didn't like being restrained and partly stripped on the dining room table. I think he was just being modest. Ben read some blessings while the mohel (the person doing the circumcision) did the procedure - it took less than a minute! I took on the traditional mother's role of crying in the next room. The mohel then read some blessings and said hopefully he'll grow up to be a mentsch (a good guy). Fat chance.

This is an emergency dispatch back to the home planet. My human slaves held a small rebellion yesterday - I barely survived. A group of them held me down on the table and attempted to cut me with a
knife. Fortunately they only managed to get my foreskin before I was able to escape.

My sister, brother-in-law and nephew (their kid) Zach came to the bris. Apparently this conversation happened at Zach's home earlier in the day:

My sis: What're we doing today?
Zach: We're going to a bris!
My sis: What's a bris?
Zach: I'm gonna find out!

Clearly a case of "gotcha journalism." Still, this kid is quite the conversationalist. Instead of "I don't know," it's: "I'll let you know!" "Stay tuned for more!"

There was awesome deliciousness: bagels and lox, whitefish, pastry, kugel,...and we have lots of leftovers! One thing about having a kid is you can trade visits for snacks - we've had relatives bring us beer, Indian food, rotisserie chicken, hot dogs and burgers for the 4th, and the whole bris spread. So book your visit soon - we may be upping the ante to caviar and escargot.