{"id":792,"date":"2010-08-10T09:56:45","date_gmt":"2010-08-10T14:56:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=792"},"modified":"2010-08-10T09:56:45","modified_gmt":"2010-08-10T14:56:45","slug":"home-photographer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2010\/08\/home-photographer\/","title":{"rendered":"Home-Photographer"},"content":{"rendered":"

Saturday, 07 August 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n

Today we had a photographer come to our home and take some pictures of Isla (and some of Owen, too). Just as I like the idea of having midwives come to our home for appointments, I also like the idea of a photographer bringing all their stuff to us. It\u2019s a good idea, if you think about it, \u2018cause then the kids don\u2019t get all cranky from having to get in the car and go somewhere. And if Owen got hungry, or Isla spit up on her outfit \u2013 no problem! Just go take care of it.<\/p>\n

The photographer, Tami, decided the best lighting was actually in one of the stairwells of our apartment building, so we set up camp, with backdrops, props, chairs, tripods, and camera equipment right there in the hallway. A few people walked by and had to do a double-take, but apart from it being odd that we were hanging out in the hallway, things turned out okay.<\/p>\n

I think there was a moment this afternoon, while engaged in the photo-shoot, when I can say that I really, truly became a father to Isla. That moment was when I had to lay on the floor and hold my arms straight out above my head. I held Isla, who was totally nude, in my hands. Tami set up her camera so that only Isla, with my supporting hands, would be in the frame. Well, right as Tami was setting up the shot, Isla decided to poop on me. I don\u2019t know if it really qualifies as poop; it\u2019s more runny mustard, really. Mercifully, none of it got on my face, but it took all my mettle to not put her down immediately and run screaming for help. Instead, I patiently held her there, waiting for Jennifer to take her from me. Then I got up and freaked out. I think we really bonded there.<\/p>\n

Here are some of the photos from that day: CLICK THIS<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Sunday, 08 August 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n

Owen was really bored today. I tried explaining to him that it\u2019s the Sabbath, and so we shouldn\u2019t do any work or have any fun, but that argument didn\u2019t go over so well. I considered taking him to the park, but, man, it is really hot and humid outside. Have I complained about the weather here yet?<\/p>\n

I took Owen to Target to buy a few items today. While we were standing in line to pay, he looked up at me and said, \u201cWait, I know something we forgot!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d I said, figuring he was going to name off some toy or piece of candy.<\/p>\n

\u201cBatteries.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d I said, inexplicably surprised that he was so conscientious. \u201cLet\u2019s go get them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I asked the cashier if I could leave our other items sitting there, and she said that was fine. Probably because the guy in front of us was really slow. How slow was he? He was one of those people that didn\u2019t bother to pull out his checkbook until after the total was announced. Man, I thought those people only existed in comedians\u2019 routines. But no \u2013 this guy was real. The cashier said something like: \u201c$33.72,\u201d and only then did the guy reach into his pocket and begin to write out his check. Because, you know, there was no way he could have possible known the name of the store, today\u2019s date, OR HIS OWN NAME! Before he knew the total. Also, he had to re-ask the total so that he could enter it in his register AND BEGIN BALANCING HIS ACCOUNT right there. Because, again, you know, it\u2019s not like they give you a receipt with your totally on it. The guy actually turned to me and said: \u201cSorry for the wait.\u201d<\/p>\n

He must\u2019ve been able to tell I was getting antsy. Must be a New Yorker thing. Then I said: \u201cThat\u2019s okay.\u201d Oh \u2013 that\u2019s another New Yorker thing: I\u2019m really good at lying, too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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