Taking On Our Genes

The BB is tiered of seeing just the GP and me handling the cameras in this household. And he obviously sees up having fun with ours. The one time he laid his hands on a camera, it was made very clear to him, that he is not supposed to do that. So he has is own camera now, which he uses, when he sees either of us clicking photos, he always wants to be clicking, instead of being the one who poses. He of course is quite professional in his work, and replicates the exact sounds, of the lens focusing. Here are a couple of shots of the budding photographer in the family.





The sitting position, is because, I sit down to get to his eye level while clicking his portraits.

On another note, the BB recently had a haircut, a professional one that is, after the home-made disaster. since I have not even mentioned that one, the BB tried out cutting his own hair, at home. Unfortunately I caught him with the scissors, after a snip or two, by which time the damage was done. The scissors had been kept at a level unreachable to him, but he is a growing boy, and pretty much each day, attaining new heights, and hence he managed to find the scissors. Fortunately they were the tiny plastic ones. Coming back to the haircut, seeing what he had done, I tried to balance out the uneven-ness to the best oh my abilities. The GP came home, and did some more with his trimmer. And then we decided to let it grow a bit and get him a professional hair cut. So this time, we went to the GPs barber and got the BB a haircut from there. He sat patiently and quietly, got his hair cut and trimmed. And that was followed by the barber, spiking up his hair with gel. The BB looked smashing with the spikes in place. The GP did not allow the hair to be washed, or the spikes to be straightened out, all of that day!