And just like that, Kai decided it was time to start stepping. Of course his first walking missions was to venture into the kitchen and make sure things were in order. Open this, close that, make suggestions, and move this around a little bit.
Panamanians, and I’m sure other cultures throughout our planet, have this mystical “thing” about when exactly you should cut “The Baby’s Hair”. Some of these myths may or may not piggy back ride on the biblical character Samson. Now, if you’re not familiar with Samson this most definitely confirms that you were raised in a cave by wolves. Somehow “The Baby’s Hair” holds some kind of power which must be harnessed for as long as possible in order to prevent certain things from happening to the baby. Here’s an incomplete list of those things: Coarse/Nappy hair (as if this is punishment straight from the devil), stunted growth, speech impediment, bad luck, etc., etc., etc. For now, I have to be honest and admit that I don’t want to cut “The Baby’s Hair” because it’s wild, I love it, and I’m living my hair fantasies vicariously through him. One day I will have such beautiful hair… again.
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So by now it should be obvious that my “Project 52” failed. Posting a picture a week for a year began to feel more like a job, when in reality all I want to do with this is have fun. Anyway, I’m switching it up to a different format of basically posting whenever I feel like it. I will do my best to try to catch up with the old flicks and “moments” in Kai’s growth, instead of just skipping about a year of pictures. Because of this I will back date the posts based on the date the pictures were taken.
This is how wide Kai opens when it’s eat-eat time. He’s serious about his food.
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