Thursday, June 10, 2010

Katsup Part Deux

This is Gustus. Gustus is standing at his papa's office window in downtown Denver.
Gustus is impressed!
All the moving cars and people.
Gustus is so excited, he has to put his hand in his mouth. It's what he does when his papa throws him up in the air. That, and giggle.
Matchees, and they didn't even plan it. Must be related.
Ah, their first Take-Your-Kid-to-Work-Day. Working hard.


Here is Gustus with his mama, back home, making funny faces at the computer PhotoBooth.
And snugglin.
Here's Gustus concentrating hard on a project with his dad.
Supervising.

Here they are at Gustus's friend's first birthday.
There's the birthday boy, Finn (in the Cubs hat), playing with a normal toy and this is Gustus surrounded by a myriad of toys, but with eyes for only an EMPTY beer bottle.
Now it's Mother's Day and this is Gustus in the morning after being awake all night (with his mom and dad) battling fever from the Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease he came down with.
He still got dressed up and presented his mama with a card he made himself.
This is Gustus back in his comfy clothes playing with his new, used table toy. Seeing him stand there, he looks like a little boy. Not a ten month old.

This is Gustus in his crib, where he stands all the time, checking out the things that have been there the whole time, that he sometimes hasn't even noticed.
Like Dooke. And Dooke's eyeball.
And the feather hanging from his mobile (yesterday, some month later, he could actually reach and touch it. growing some more, sigh).
This is Rusty. Rusty has a bone he likes to chew on.
This is Gustus narrowing in on Rusty and his bone.
This is The Grab and (brief) Struggle.
And this is the job done, and Gustus moving on to better things. (Not pictured: Rusty retrieving forgotten bone and moving further afield from mobile baby.)
This is Gustus eating (really wouldn't be a blog post chronicling the happenings of Gus without a picture of him eating), in a hat. That's too big. And too cute.
Project number 2: Assembling Radio Flyer Walker. This is Gustus supervising.
Inspecting materials.
Double-checking construction.

In conference with "the laborers" (all legal and with papers, and, yes, found at local gas station).
Giving it a test run.
Little scared by how it moves, this is Gustus comfortable holding the Radio Flyer from the side where it won't roll on him.
And playing with the shiny nuts and bolts.
Or just the bubble wrap. Really, it's all he needs.
This is Gustus in his push cart. Does make a good ride, especially when his mama is wheeling him around at lightning speeds.
He's watching the other kid in the other Radio Flyer.
And eating. And making gesticulations to accompany his yelps, just like the other kid.
This, while his dad works on the wood floors.
His grandpops too (thanks again, daddio for coming down to help us with the inner-mysteries of hardwood floor installation!! Now for those last outer mysteries.)
Another activity to do while your dad and grandpops hammer and install wood flooring:
This is Gustus with some toilet paper he discovered and unraveled from the roll all by himself.
This is Gustus having fun.
And Deja Vu.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Katsup Part 1

This time I mean it, really really. It's been too long. And too much has happened. I can't remember all the little details I love, and that's what this blog is here for. So let's look at pictures and remember. And catch up! The first installment here will be crawling. As promised. Goostus started the hands and knees thing by the last post--around 8 1/2 months...uh, 2 months ago. We've got some work ahead of us. Let's get started.

Every crawling stepped was like an assertion of, "I will." Let me show you:

And we're off!Gaining speed.
Object of desire in sight.
No dog will corner me.
Wait, mama has moved. I will follow her.
Look left.
Look right.
Take a seat.
And I will clap. For myself. For the world--that I can now crawl through.
Now, back to work. Reach mom.
Closer.
Wait! Young baby, easily distracted! Must examine something.
Oh, it's just Rusty.
Back to my odessy. I will giggle as I gain speed.
And I will laugh with joy. For I am crawling.
I will examine Rusty's bowl.
Dog bowl gone. Mom was two steps ahead of me, because she can walk.
What-eva. I do what I want. I will get something else.
And that something is...
...
I don't know.
What was I doing?
Oh yes!
Mama.
I will reach mama.
I will, when I want to, how I want to, because I can. Because I crawl.
To be continued...