Looks Like Ike
September 20, 2013
Ike is many many things. Ike is very cute, very funny, very smart, very passionate about getting the specific kind of liquid he requested in a very specific cup. (I mean, the boy asked for mulk in a plain red cup and you tried to give him joos in a Go Diego Go cup. You sir, do not deserve your nice eardrums, and shall be punished accordingly.)
Ike is also a tiny bit sassy.
Ike is NOT, however, a performing monkey, and lately seems to get real and actual delight from thwarting my attempts to document the cute/funny/smart things he says and does. Oh, he'll indulge me off-camera endlessly — say this, say that, count your shoes, do that weird forehead-to-the-floor-butt-to-the-sky breakdancing move again — but then the second my fingers inch towards the record button he's all, IKE'S OUT, BITCHES.
His next birthday montage will be heavy on shots of him hollering NO at me before running out of the room. The good news is that I can probably recycle the footage when he's a teenager.
(And then I will pull these photos out...
Anyway, you can imagine my delight when not only did I get him to stay in frame for an entire minute, I also managed to capture a brand new word, one we've been waiting for awhile now.
And...yeah. That's all I've got, really. Plus it's almost noon so I have to go get him from school, and lord knows I won't be able to add anything else to this entry because I will be too busy KISSING HIS FACE OFF.