"love you son!" "laloof."

this is my pride and joy boy, my fattest boy, my biggest boy, my most beautifulest boy, my future hunting partner, my fatta boy, my oh! oh! oh!, my goiger boy, my doider boy!

damn, i miss him so much. he's such a cool kid. i mean, all dads probably say that about their kid, but seriously, this boy is awesome. when he was younger, i'd crawl up to him on all fours, slowly, sort of like a cat ready to pounce on his prey. i'd slowly make my way over, then he'd hesitate, anticipating my next move, then i'd tackle him. anyways, his mom told me about a story of him in daycare, 'hunting' another kid in class! i guess he was slowly making his way over to another kid, creeping along with all eyes on his 'prey.' his teachers would call on him, saying his name, but he paid no attention to them. all his attention was on this other kid. i mean, what two-year-old 'hunts' his classmates? you gotta love this boy! other times he'd actually make little guns out of legos. in class! i guess that's a no-no now in class.



this is another pic of my fatta boy in his first official session of ' gun cleaning.' i never showed him how to do it--he saw me cleaning my hornet after an evening hunting for seal. i didn't even give him the cloth for it. he just picked it up and started cleaning himself. i gave him so much praise for doing it. it was so cute. the bruise on his forehead happened earlier that day while i was out i the bay. little boys run into things sometimes i guess.

i bought this little toy gun from togiak trading. it shot little rubber thingys that stick to windows. i taught him to load it up and shoot. at first, he shot the moment it was ready. after awhile, i taught him to wait, and then shoot--that was one of the more exciting moments i had with him regarding 'gun safety' or whatever you want to call it. we shot at the oven window where the bullet would stick. that was our first real target. he hit it a few times and that made me so proud. my son makes me so proud and so happy.

aside from his interest in guns, he's also into shoes--just like his dad. he's particular, just like his dad (unfortunately) and he's a riot (no comment). haha! my son has so much personality. he makes me laugh. he'd my number one, he da love of my life. my son's name is coltrane. how cool is that?