I know that I have mentioned this before: Getting Corrigan to make eye contact for photos is annoying beyond words. It gives me a headache. I have hundreds and hundreds of photos of the back of his head.
I jabber. I squeal. I make annoying zerbert sounds with my lips. I chirp to him like he is a puppy, “here Cor Cor, lookie here Cor, does Cor want a treat?”
More than 75% of the time I fail.
The few times that I do manage to catch him looking at the camera, it is usually just timing. Being ready and shooting. Luck, really.
Not because there is any meaningful connection between child and photographer.
So let’s not pretend that anything magical happened here today. Ha. It was luck and a fish. Just what all of the professional photographers count on when they go on a shoot, right?
I had his stuffed “Nemo” up by my left eye and he loves nothing more in the whole wide world than Nemo. The following looks of love and absolute admiration are not because he loves his Mama. They are because he loves his fish.
Whatever works, right?
I hope that both of my boys realize that as much as Corrigan loves that silly clownfish, I love them that much times infinity.
…and speaking of things that I love…
Check out Corrigan’s odd little tooth formation. I never get to show anyone because he never smiles like this for me to gather photographic evidence ( thank you, Nemo ) but finally my strange and adorable little man and his strange and adorable little double tooth.
What better to go with a snaggle-toothed grin than a snaggle-toothed giggle?
(that jiu-jitsu like breakfall a few seconds in was pretty cool, right? Just slap the ground and up again. Rawr!)
Man, if that doesn’t make you smile at least a little bit then I don’t know what on Earth could!
I only had 6 frames before he jumped off of Connor’s lap (one was blurry so I didn’t edit it) so I am sharing them all because I just don’t know when the toothy-grin opportunity will strike again. Unless I duct tape Nemo to my temple.
Connor is all like, “We done here, right?” and Corrigan is like, ” Fishy!Fishy!Fishy! YAY!”
But Connor is an awesome big brother. Prior to these shots I came outside to find that he was making Corrigan giggle by doing some finger-puppet trick-thingy through the holes of the little white table. I don’t know. The specifics of the game elude me but it seemed to involve Corrigan trying to slam Connor’s finger as hard as he could with a metal piece…and then being startled every time the finger reappeared. (Don’t you wish you were still so easily amused?)
More proof of how cool Connor is to Corrigan?
What kind of kid lets their little brother drag ’em around the house like a sack of potatoes?
A-W-E-S-O-M-E kids, that’s the kind.
I am aware that both boys are in need of haircuts. They are in need of a lot of things and I am happy to report that, thanks to the astounding success of that hair-helmeted Justin Bieber kid, shaggy-hair is totally in style right now. And for cash strapped parents, like me, it just makes me look like a cool mom.
Or at least that is what I am telling myself.
I love that Connor knows to just keep looking at the camera and not worry about what Corrigan is doing. He should probably explain to Corrigan that the middle-finger thing is a bit inappropriate.
We have been working a lot on sign language.
Speaking of language (awkward segue, no?) Corrigan had his big speech evaluation this week.
What did we learn?
He is behind. We knew that. We have a lot of work to do but he is making connections daily and I can just see his brain firing up for learning all of the time.
Tonight, I had his favorite CD in the stereo and noticed that he was clapping during a song that invited listeners to clap. Upon closer inspection, I realized that he was not only clapping because he should…but in the correct timing and nearly the correct rhythm.
That’s pretty huge for Corrigan.
Take a peek.
I know this doesn’t seem like much to most parents but to a parent of a delayed child? This is gold. This is proof.
I know you can’t see it, because I was holding the camera, but my smile? Oh man, my smile was bigger than this…
and there wasn’t a clownfish in sight!