Pictures of my Boy (As Promised)

Assaulting his paparazzi. This picture was taken shortly after Stephen had awakened from a nap. Suitably cranky, he insisting on crying sporadically as he watched television. I took a series of photos, of which this one was the last. He eventually grew so annoyed by my picture-taking that he decided he'd had enough.

This is what happens when I'm not at home. This picture shows the proud young lad taking up residence in my sock drawer.

Oh, yeah...the Aquarium photos...here you go:

Unfortunately, this is one of the only interior aquarium photos that managed to come out well enough to post. Even then, you can see the camera flash. Eh, well.

Tidepools filled with all manner of marine life were one of the attractions for the child at the Aquarium. Stephen has this thing for water, especially bath water. He likes to splash, splash, splash. Here he is, reaching out to touch the surface of a tidepool.

Here he is, looking for a place to go. Stephen has a disturbing tendency to pick a random direction to go, and he moves fast. It's funny, yeah, but on the other hand, it's kind of worrisome. I try to keep a close eye on him at all times, and I joke about buying a leash to put him on so that he can't get too far.

Stephen likes lemons. Wierd, hm? If we have ice tea at a restaurant, he practically demands that we hand over the lemon wedges so that he can eat them. In this picture, he really looks like a little boy. I mean, heck, he practically looks like he's 4 or 5 years old, instead of only just pushing a year and a half. He's definitely not a baby any more.

Wiped out! After a day watching fishes, running away from his mommy and daddy, and sucking on lemons, Stephen likes to pass out in his car seat on the way home.