When my mother visited in April, Dylan swiped Kevin's Chuck baseball cap from the coffee table, so Mom rested it on his head and I took a picture and made it The Daily Bean (the pictures I send Kevin while he's working and/or away). So I got the notion that I should do the same with Liam, and pair them up and frame them so Kevin could hang them in his edit bay.
Thanks to the canyon-sized cracks in my memory, this proved harder than expected, although I was also impeded by the fact that Kevin was on hiatus at the time and so pulling this off without him seeing it was tricky. And when he was elsewhere, I could never find the damn hat. You think you know a guy, until you realize you have no idea where he keeps his lids.
This past weekend, Kevin snapped a photo of the boys wearing their matching Captain Awesome sweatshirts -- which are, by the way, totally too small for them now, as we bought them at Gymboree last fall in a six-to-12-month size. He thought that would be funny on his wall, given the character that goes by that name on Chuck (which is why we own the shirts in the first place). So a plan formed: I went to Target under other auspices, I picked up a three-photo frame, and I conspired to get that third picture of Liam so that Kevin's Captain Awesome picture could be flanked by one of each guy in a Chuck hat. Perfect, right?
Kevin gave me an opening when he disappeared into our just-painted master bathroom to put up the towel rails and toilet paper holder. And after an exhaustive search of every crafty place in the house for him to have stuffed the hat, I found it... in his closet. Where, naturally, I did not look before, because who keeps their clothes in a thing that's specifically made for keeping clothes? It's madness. Next you'll be telling me he does some living in our living room and kitches in the kitchen, or something, and the planet will tumble off its axis.
Getting Liam to cooperate was a whole different issue. My children don't particularly love having things on their heads. Case in point: We couldn't get either of them to wear the sunglasses we bought for our Duck trip, which Velcro around their heads, and they look miserable any time we put their Syracuse baseball caps on, although I prefer to think it's because they know their alliance is with another Big East basketball school. AHEM.
Anyway, this all means Liam did not let me keep those hats on his head. I found three: One that said Chuck, one with a Nerd Herd logo, and one bright green one for the Buy More Fight Club.
So I'd put one on, and Liam would pull it off, and I'd shove another one on there real fast thinking that would trick him, but no.
Each one was ripped off almost quicker than the first. So then I tried sitting him with Dylan, a hat apiece, but that devolved into a fisty fiasco wherein Dylan slid down and then tried to roll over and bite the hat Liam clutched bemusedly in his fingers, while Dylan's hat flew over the side of the chair.
Three times Kevin emerged from the bathroom to get a tool from my office -- which is currently being used as the garage, since the garage is currently being used as a construction site -- and each time I was like, "DON'T LOOK." Super smooth!
But it seriously took about fifteen minutes of trying before I settled upon one of the first pictures of the bunch, realizing that it had a pleasant echo of Dylan's photo and also was the only one in which his eyes were visible without a hint of six chins.
And so, the three photos, in the order they appeared:
Finish Kevin's Father's Day present (from 2010, just in case I also muck it up in 2011 and beyond). Yes, it's a tad late. But I know one thing I'd like to do; I just need a second to do it, without him home to see.
Complete! One down, 100 to go.