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The new commuter

The new commuter

After my 1988 MR2 was murdered, the insurance settlement (and Craigslist) provided me with this very shiny 1987 model.

The end of my red MR2

The end of my red MR2

My 1988 MR2, immediately after being murdered by a 2004 Nissan Titan.

He just looks good in hats.

He just looks good in hats.

I can't think of anything pithy to say about this picture. I swear, he has smiled more in the last 10 months than I have in the last 30 years. Every hour I spend with him, I feel like I'm being let in on the joke just a little more.

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Giddyap.

Giddyap.

This picture is so cute it actually induces vomiting in some clinical trials.

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Siglet in a box

Siglet in a box

Somebody's Christmas present is going to be ruined, but here's one of the four poses we kept from Ian's insanely expensive portraits. (Hint: "fund raiser" is never going to equal "good deal.") (Who does portraits for fund raisers, anyway?)

Ivan Sigovich is ridiculously cute. If you deny it, you should probably seek medication.

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Centennial Ball

Centennial Ball

This was the portrait taken at the Tacoma Armory Centennial Ball on December 6, 2008.

She's pretty.

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That about sums it up.

That about sums it up.

After Bible study the other night a group of us headed over to Travis and Nicole's house, as is our wont. We got talking about the forthcoming presidential election, as is popular of late, and I remarked that the situation reminded me of the ad for the Alien vs. Predator movie: "Whoever wins, we lose." It never occurred to me that someone HADN'T done up a picture based on that premise, but I haven't been able to find one. Travis was up to the challenge, however, and I am indebted, since I have exactly zero Photoshop skills.

It's funny only because it's true. On our calendar at work, November 4 shows "Election Day." November 5's caption is "Drink heavily and cry a little."

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Gators=yummy

Gators=yummy

I admit to putting the gator near his face, but the decision to ingest it was entirely unprompted.

The gator was the second stuffed animal I ever bought him, the first being Shiva, of course. I bought him at an alligator farm in Florida, one of the high points of a largely terrible TDY earlier this year. I thought the albinos were terribly cute, but I forgot the cardinal rule of buying things for infants: bright colors. He's just not that interested in Swampy, except as a chew toy. On the other hand, maybe that's the sort of aggressive attitude we are going for.

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Good mood

Good mood

No particular occasion, but he was very cute and the light was halfway decent, so I had to take a picture. Yesterday he rolled over both from front to back and from back to front. He's a very determined young man, and usually pretty serious.

I felt really, really hypocritical: "Come on, Ian, smile for the camera! Smile for Daddy!" I have not yet caught him on camera doing the half smirk that is apparently one of my distinguishing features, but he does it occasionally and it's creepy/cute.

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You don't see me.

You don't see me.

I took this picture yesterday evening. Like all smart soldiers, Ian prefers to view the world from behind cover and concealment.

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