Sunday Night Bambino Blogging plus

I realize I've been stingy with the l'il wobs pics as of late, so here's a two-for-one showing him in many hats, plus a piece I like to call "Some Call Me Tim."

Sunday night bambino blogging

One of the more unflattering things about having a child is seeing your worst tendencies reflected back at you. I have it on very good authority that I can get obnoxiously stubborn, and I imagine that this is what I look like in some of my poutier moments. To his credit, l'il wobs has been sick for the last few days and I kind of wore him out this afternoon, so he's allowed a little slack on the surliness front.

Monday night bambino blogging

Some of you have asked, and very politely, I must commend, for more pictures of the lad, which is a perfectly fair thing to ask for, and I'm happy to oblige. Unfortunately, I haven't been around the camera much lately, so I'm lacking in new material (I'll remedy that soon). So here's an oldie but goodie. I posted the hipster version of this shot earlier, but the one here really captures who l'il wobs is. It's one of our favorite photos.

Monday night bambino blogging

No picture tonight, just a story.

I took l'il wobs to an indoor swim park on Saturday, a really cool one that had tons of waterslides. L'il wobs has been an aqua-kid since he was six months old and truly loves being in the water. He was so excited as we were getting dressed in the locker room that he, with a big ole grin and with perfect diction, blurted out "Fucking heck!"

Keep in mind, l'il wobs is conversant in all sorts of colorful language (ms. wobs and I until recently talked like longshoremen). He's perfectly capable of whipping out the full-on blue "Fucking hell!" Why he chose that particular combination to express his zeal remains something of a mystery to me.

Sunday night bambino blogging

It's been awhile since we've let the harsh light of the blogosphere glare upon l'il wobs. Never fear, however - he's still cute!


And for a bonus, here's ms. wobs and I getting ready to go out for our New Year's Eve party, she as a Jetson, and me as Jupiter (note the big red spot):

Two-for-one bambino blogging

So I just up-and-forgot about the bambino blogging on Sunday evening. To atone for my sins, I offer you a special twofer of l'il wobs...


Enjoying the first snowfall of the season...


Getting his groove on.

Sunday night bambino blogging

No word yet on l'il wobs' status on the much anticipated "naughty or nice" list. Given the high and rising cost of heating fuel, however, we're secretly hoping for "naughty."

Sunday night bambino blogging

Sunday night bambino blogging

L'il wobs, if you haven't already figured it out, is an extraordinary ham. Here he is at dinner tonight, where he insisted on eating macaroni and cheese. Frozen macaroni and cheese. He apparently enjoyed it. Now if someone will please clue me in as to when children reach some modicum of sanity, I'd be much obliged.

Halloween bambino blogging

Duhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuhnuh... BATBOY!

Sunday night bambino blogging

Sunday night bambino blogging

Sunday night bambino blogging

I give you Cornholio...

And for a bonus moment, as relayed by the vivacious ms. wobs - l'il wobs apparently got a chocolate kitty from somewhere this week. After unwrapping it, he had the following conversation with it: "What's that, kitty? You don't want me to eat you? But you are made of chocolate!"

Sunday night bambino blogging

And really, who (aside from soulless child-haters in radical chic) doesn't love a moonbounce?

Sunday night bambino blogging

It's only a matter of time until he's on the river...

Sunday night bambino blogging

This pretty much says all you need to know about l'il wobs:

Sunday Night Bambino Blogging

When Mark and Mara visited a few weeks back, we took some time to go down to the National Botanical Gardens. In there, they have a kids area where the young 'uns can dig, water, and generally cause a mess, thus keeping them out of the more manicured areas of the nursery. l'il wobs has always enjoyed gardening, and it seems to bring out his pensive side. Here he is captured in a moment of thought, undoubtedly doing the mental work for his next dastardly scheme:

BTW - Punk Rock Monday is going to be posted a little late this week, as the inimitable ms. wobs and I went to a party tonight. And yes, I know it was just last week that I was posting a "pity poor wobs" piece lamenting my lack of social life. Things change, and it's been a good week.

Sunday night bambino blogging

l'il wobs first true love (beyond his parents, of course) is elevators, which he indulges himself in, any chance he gets. Unfortunately for us, that means lots of rides in the elevators at Metro stations with their not-so-subtle stench of urine. Yesterday, I decided to take the boy to the biggest, baddest elevator in town.

The last time - the only time - I went to the top of the Washington Monument was twenty years ago when I was an awkward twelve-year old. At that point in time, you waited in a line that snaked around the base of the obelisk for a couple of hours. Living in more refined times, they now issue tickets for specific times, thus relieving you of the need to spend all day in queue. Unfortunately, there's a limited number of tickets the National Park Service issues everyday, and they were out by the time we got there. So no ride for l'il wobs. He was, of course, disappointed, but he sucked it up for the picture.

Sunday night bambino blogging

On his trip to NYC, l'il wobs carefully studied the world-weary disdain of hipsters:

Sunday night bambino blogging

Since some of you kids seem to like seeing pictures of l'il wobs, I had figured during the week to begin a regular Sunday night feature to keep y'all apprised of the goings on and growings up of the boy. Besides, what says, "It's almost Punk Rock Monday!" like pictures of little children!

This week, however, is a little bittersweet, and so I'll proffer this inaugural bambino blog of "little friends who are" in memory of "little friends who should have been..."

The wee one on the left is Q., last seen by many of you in Eugene cheering for England (or crying for his bottle, depending on your interpretation) at the GTFF World Cup Extravaganza. Little Q. is, of course, the noble progeny of our friends Mark and Mara. L'il wobs really dug having him around for the weekend. I'm not sure, however, that Q. knew what to make of the whirlwind that was lw.