Can't Trick Brock

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Brock is not generally a very consistent dude. He has good days and bad days, perfect nights and hellacious ones, with little rhyme or reason. Yep, he's a baby. But one of the things I can count on and look forward to are our man-mornings. Holly is an amazing supermom that tackles nearly all the overnight terror, and in return Brock and I get up real early and take the party upstairs while she sleeps in. It's that magic hour or two before work that i can nearly always count on Brock to be happy, attentive, interactive, and just very obviously elated to be alive and at the very center of his daddy's attention. So we'll just sing and dance, or read some books, or Brock will tell me a very long story about i'm-not-sure-what (i still haven't quite figured out his language.) This morning he was especially giggly, and was thoroughly enjoying his first listen to my butchering of "We Want the Funk" when i realized it had been a while since our last post, and Brock was spewing forth baby-blog GOLD. I went for the camera.

Regular readers of this blog will know what happened next. Brock went cold. Ice cold. Just a thousand-yard stare straight into the lens. I tried all methods of holding the camera way off to one side and distracting him, but there was no possible way to get his attention unless the camera was completely out of view. And thus began my first failed attempt at outsmarting a baby. 

It was secret camera time. I set up the camera leaning on some coins and against a glass. Surrounded it with baby cloths and breast-pump parts (you know, nothing that would make a baby suspicious) until it was quite well hidden. I also needed the action to be natural. Multiple times every day I pick Brock up and plop him down standing on our rolling cubes. This day would be no different. With the camera already angled perfectly, Brock wouldn't suspect a thing, and finally his full-bodied uncontrollable cackle laughs would be tearing through the intertubes to smiling grandparents everywhere. 

Well I guess the little-man is too smart for that. 


He's still adorable, no doubt, but it's a far cry from the cute show this little guy regularly puts on. Part of that is frustrating, because it's a delight i'd love to share with everyone. Another part of me just feels so lucky and special; maybe the magic of morning-Brock is a gift just for Holly for me, and that's ok. 

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