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New Addition to the Family

Breydon Elias Reynoso
7lbs 8oz
20.5 inches long
Born August 9, 2007

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Jedi Sy: Photoshop Doodle

For this one, I’ll go right into the full size photos. It starts off with the “finished” product (with 15 minutes of photoshop work you can’t really say its a fully finished piece but it was as much as I wanted to do for the photo) then ends by showing the before shot, the props, the compiled layers sans photo and a grab of the layers panel for edumacation porpoises.

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Kinder-Theology

God is the Remote Control and we are the televisions.

What? (i didn’t have a clue what my son was talking about.)

God is the Remote Control and we are the televisions. He’s in control of everything we do.

Ah. But what about when you’re bad?

God is still the Remote Control.

But Sy, you’re responsible when you do bad. You are
responsible. Laura, why am I having a conversation about divine sovereignty and
human responsibility with my five year old?

I don’t know.

You know what happens when we’re bad?

What Sy? (what was he going to say now, i wondered)

God turns off the TV.

The Leader of the Plaque

Three years ago my son was spoiled by his first dentist visit. The building looked like the receiving department of an order fulfillment company but once you stepped through the beat up door you were in a world of color, games and fun. Toys dominated the waiting area and were piled across the floor while counters of lego sported client creations. Attractive dental assistants introduced themselves over the din of arcade booths while the equally attractive dentists conversed with kids in the back.

Our new dental practice has no games in the waiting area (although it does sport a ton of wooden rocking chairs), the dental assistants vary in appeal and most of the actual dentists have beards! With this extreme change of atmosphere my five year was (understandably) afraid.

They asked; they bribed; they cajoled, then begged and (almost) threatened but he refused to keep his mouth open. At one point he reached up and pulled suction from his mouth—and this was just the cleaning. He clenched his teeth for the x-ray so they had to feel the softness of the teeth to ascertain cavity corruption and after three unsuccessful visits they threw their hands up and sent us to the Oral Surgeon for Kids.

This office was an upgrade. Each dental chair faced a thirty six inch LCD screen with either Nickelodeon or the Cartoon Network and there were Disney animation cells on the wall but it was still clinical; at least the doctor (soft spoken man) knew the lyrics and tune for Mahna Mahna.

Even so, we have another visit. Treatment to come: Laughing Gas.

Sy: Song and Story

My boy composed a song ( coconut-tree.mp3) that I had to record so I played the guitar for him while he sang the tune: it’s called Coconut Tree. Also, he wrote (or drew) a nice story about his visit to the radiologist for a CAT scan: I’ll let him tell it (with my notes in italics).
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Standard Response Wednesday (on Tuesday)

Continuing the tradition of not having anything to write—it’s time now for a standard response of a fellow blogger. You know, those little sentences that make that blogger unique among other bloggers. Here’s the standard response:

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The Great Mouse Incident

Some years ago, I was a counselor of about five 6 year olds. They were a rowdy group of city-kids and I had to keep a tight rein on them to keep quiet. But this one night, there was no stopping their screams—we had seen a mouse (all of us, unlike Janet).

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Baby Three: Prequel

Just some pics from our 19th Week sonogram, including one 3d pick that looks suspiciously like something I’ve seen before and have comped it up to show the similarity.

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Drawing From Puke

On my left on the faux-wood and hunched over a 12×18 sheet of newsprint paper is my five year old son. In his left hand is one of those rubber-gripped pens that banks use as giveaways and strewn about (yet within reach) are various crayons. That’s where he usually scribbles away but today is different: silence, no story…just concentration.

“What are you drawing, Sy?” I felt like I had just stomped into a church and shouted “howdy!”
“Puke.”

“What?”

“I’m drawing puke. In my mouth.” Almost waving me off.

I continue watching, amazed at each stroke of detail, each toss of a crayon in his search for the right color and each subsequent reserved filling. He’s had reflux issues his whole life and seems to have inherited my wife’s migraines so Puke has been a part of him for a while. “The kid draws what he knows.” said The Greek when I told him. So the idea that he’s drawing Puke in His mouth is funny but it also makes me say to myself: he really thinks about this stuff.

The art is abstract (like most five year old representative art) but, when he seemed to step back and allow me back into his circle, I had to get down there with him. He began explaining each part of the drawing and I pulled out my stickies to take notes.

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