Videos of a young G.
January 22nd, 2012
Self explanatory.
Augusta, GA, Eva, George, Rick, Video
It’s been a while.
January 13th, 2012
**UPDATE** I added a video of George we took a week or so ago whilst feeding him peas. We just recently started feeding him solids. It has been… interesting. That makes this update contain a grand total of 1 HD video and 16 magnificent photographs. That should be good until February. **UPDATE**
I’m surprised how many people have mentioned to me that they noticed I hadn’t updated the site recently. I’ve been fairly busy in recent days. Regardless, I took the hint, and, as such, have decided to post a smattering of iPhone pictures of young George et al. Many of these photos, though not all, were processed with Instagram.
“Rick, this is a cop out,” one might say. “We want something of substance. Something moving. Something that gives us such an unsolicited visceral response that we’re not even sure what happened and yet remain fixated and awestruck. We need to be simultaneously confused and left starving for more. Leave us lost in what we believe are our ‘own thoughts’ until we realize it is nothing more than a constructed consciousness you have deftly crafted in our minds from afar,” one might also say. “Are you gonna’ update your website soon?” is most probable, but who knows? You people are verbose.
George: the baby bird.
November 27th, 2011
George falling asleep during his nighttime bottle.
Watch this in low light; it’s a cell phone video shot in a dark room.
Mimi & Denny
November 6th, 2011
In celebration of their visit to assist me with George while Eva plays Army for the weekend as well as for the sake of posterity. Denny as a West Point Cadet circa 1958 and Mimi as a Nurse circa 1960. Left click the pictures to open them individually and save as you see fit; let me know if you’d like me to send you a higher resolution version of the pictures than the click-and-save technique allows.
George in HD
October 26th, 2011
Our new Cisco Flip HD camera arrived a few weeks ago from Woot. It’s incredibly user friendly and smaller than my cell phone. Pretty cool. Here are a couple videos we’ve taken with it thus far.
If you want to increase the resolution, click on the part of the video at the bottom that says “360p” or “480p” and increase it to 720p which is what our camera shoots at. Then watch the video and marvel at the clarity, although the clarity is admittedly eclipsed by the seemingly impossible cuteness of the featured infant. I’ll try to post a video of something pedestrian later so you can focus on the resolution. Look forward to that.
George. Yes, again.
September 29th, 2011
I’ve been busy over here. “What have you been busy with, Rick?” Well, since you asked: with working on a new business venture, going to school during normal business hours and helping Eva around the house with our infant son. To name a few.
George is pretty cute.
We call the elephant “Ellie.” Get it? It’s alliteration.
Rolling over at 3 months. Not too shabby. I think. I have limited experience.
More of George.
September 11th, 2011
The beauty of this website is that it not only serves as a medium for me to share pictures of our young son, but it likewise simultaneously serves as an online backup. Don’t like seeing so many pictures/videos of George? Don’t come to the site anymore. It bothers me not at all.
Videos:
Like a baby. Sorry for the grain—it was dark.
Pictures:
George photo dump.
August 28th, 2011
I’ve been negligent in my updating of this fine web site. I know many of you check this site 2, 3, sometimes 4 times a day seeking my enlightenment. Sometimes I check the site myself, hoping someone of comparable wit and verbal capacity has hacked and updated it to likewise enlighten me. Unfortunately this rarely happens. Sometimes I check the site forgetting that I recently updated it, and I’m wowed by what I read to the point of hyperventilation and profuse brow sweating. Then I realize it’s just my own words having that effect on me and I’m instantaneously let down, my soul overcome with a profound feeling of grief and emptiness as I realize that only I can have that effect on man and I silently weep for humanity’s lack of humanity. But enough about you.
Today I’ve decided to once again lavish this page with images of my young son George. But first, another installment of If Babies Were Adults!
If babies were adults, there would be no HD TV. There would likely not even be TV at all as everyone would instead fixate endlessly on seemingly innocuous and boring inanimate objects.
If babies were adults, the term “shitting the bed” would no longer be a pejorative but rather an illustration of that which is not even remotely out of the ordinary. For example: “Mike really shit the bed last night.” “Really? How so?” “He shit in his bed.” And so on.
If babies were adults, it would not be weird for a complete stranger to walk up to them and ask if it would be alright to smell their head.
If babies were adults, eye contact would never be awkward.
If babies were adults, the possessed girl in The Exorcist wouldn’t have projectile vomited for effect because projectile vomiting is just shitting the bed.
Augusta, GA, Cell Phone Shots, Eva, GRC IV, If Babies Were Adults, Rick
This makes sense.
August 16th, 2011
“Libertarians support maximum liberty in both personal and economic matters. They advocate a much smaller government; one that is limited to protecting individuals from coercion and violence. Libertarians tend to embrace individual responsibility, oppose government
bureaucracy and taxes, promote private charity, tolerate diverse lifestyles, support the free market, and defend civil liberties. [1][2]”
1.^ "Libertarian Party 2010 Platform". The Libertarian Party. May 2010. p. 1. http://www.lp.org/platform. Retrieved 24 September 2010.
2.^ Watts, Duncan (16 March 2006). Understanding American government and politics: a guide for A2 politics students (2nd Revised edition edition ed.). Manchester University Press. p. 246. ISBN 978-0719073274.
If that doesn’t make sense to you then you’re a stupid.
Here are two pictures I took in Vienna. Vienna is also filled with stupid people. (Go on to the photographs below if the Libertarian tenets outlined above made sense to you. Otherwise, please continue reading.) Filled with stupid people just like you. Idiot. In fact, click here you stupid dummy. Back for more already? That just shows how truly dumb you are. Now click here. Moron.
George and Taxes.
August 6th, 2011
This title is actually fitting as we recently received young George’s social security card. Yes George: you’re 4 weeks old and Big Brother is already watching.
Speaking of disasters: I still honestly don’t understand what people don’t understand about a flat tax. Mr. Obama says people need to pay their fare shares. I agree. But in 1987, the richest 1% paid roughly 25% of all income taxes, while the bottom half paid 6%. Twenty years later, the richest 1% paid 40% of all income taxes and the bottom half paid under 3%. And it’s only gotten worse. 51% of the population pays zero income taxes. Zero. And yet they can vote for politicians that support entitlement programs funded by tax payers. It legitimately makes me sick.
Here are a few things that don’t make me sick however!
George knows what’s real. Because he keeps it real. If he could talk he’d say “I keeps it real.” He can’t talk though.
It couldn’t be helped.
July 24th, 2011
Another pic of George. See below for a slightly more substantive post. Depending of course on your definition of substantive.
Interesting Title
July 23rd, 2011
A quote I’ve been meaning to post for some time:
“Unfortunately I’m not a person, I’m an attorney.”
– Mark Lippman, Casey Anthony’s parent’s lawyer
George is doing great. Not sleeping very much (at least not at night), but he’s healthy and doing well. In the last two weeks he gained 6 percent of his body weight. That would be like me gaining 11 pounds in two weeks. Or Rosie O’Donnell gaining 21. You get the idea.
Over the course of my limited fathering experience I’ve had many revelations about babies. Most of them are not very revelatory at all, at least not in the true sense of new discovery. I did have an idea that does seem new however. I will start it here and now:
If Babies Were Adults
If babies were adults, men could wear dresses as long as the dresses were blue. Assumption: said men are heterosexual and the dress is therefore novel.
If babies were adults, they would have 5 different chairs which they would try to sit in at night and none of them would be comfortable. They would complain until someone brought them a snack. Then they would go to sleep. Repeat.
If babies were adults, they would fall asleep at the wheel. Every time.
If babies were adults, they would all be androgynous. Bar pick-ups and relationships would occur entirely based upon a shirt color and/or the presence or lack of a pink barrette hair bow.
If babies were adults, no one would invite them to parties because they would drink 1 beer and pee their pants. Then when the host tried to help them, they would barf on the host.
More to follow.
The photos today were snapped with my handy dandy Droid cell phone. They are of George. And a prison bus.
Augusta, GA, Cell Phone Shots, GRC IV, If Babies Were Adults
Welcome George Richard Cook IV!!
July 10th, 2011
Sydney the celebrity.
July 4th, 2011
Eva submitted some pictures of Sydney to a little website called The Daily Puppy. By “little” I of course mean that if you Google “puppy” or “puppies” it’s the 2nd result. So Eva submitted the aforementioned photographs in the hopes of young Syd being selected as a daily puppy. All of our hopes and dreams were realized when not only was young Sydney the Schnoodle selected as a daily puppy, but he was in fact selected to represent the entire nation of puppies on this, our Day of Independence. So congratulations to Sydney. And to our unborn son George: you now have even more to live up to. (Click here to see Sydney’s winning profile on The Daily Puppy.)
Happy 4th of July.
Kid Stuff
July 3rd, 2011
Well the due date has come and gone, and as of this writing Eva is still very much pregnant. Below are three child related shots: one of Eva as of yesterday, one of George’s current and final room set up, and one of an ice cream van that I would never let George even look at let alone approach. This person’s business model bucks societal norms and people’s intrinsic risk aversion. He has put minimal effort into image and seems to not really care much about the perception of potential patrons. His products look shoddy and out of date. He deserves a bail out.
39 weeks.
June 29th, 2011
Eva is due this Friday. That’s crazy. At her appointment last week, the doctor said: “We’ll schedule you an appointment for next Tuesday in case you’re still pregnant by then. I don’t think you will be, but just in case.” Apparently we’re going to have a baby soon. Here are some pictures.
Hard work, work.
June 18th, 2011
The photo below is what a day at the office looks like for me right now. It’s hard to refer to this as work. Not in the sense of “man, this is so much fun, I can’t even call it work." More like “this is bizarre; there’s no way this can be my job.”
As I was driving home from “work” the other day, I got behind an SUV with one of those stick figure families emblazoned on the lower left corner of the rear window. There was a wife, a father with a golf bag, a few kids and of course a dog and cat. My aunt Mary says they should have more realistic representations of families, with yelling parents, crying babies and puking dogs. I think, at a minimum, they need to have fat wives. Hideous, bovine-formed women with their hair in unwashed loose pony tails, wearing round bifocals and ghastly, enormous t-shirts emblazoned with images of the American flag and/or zoo animals. That would be the most realistic. I drove up beside the SUV. It was confirmed.
And now, a public service announcement:
Dear Army Wife,
Please remove the “Half My Heart Is In (insert horrible country name here)” sticker from your car. Once you take it off, please replace it with a sticker which similarly says “My husband is out of town now and will continue to be gone for the foreseeable future. Probably months. Please follow me home and see where I live alone. I am also defenseless and wholly unprepared for violent confrontation.” Also get rid of the “Army Wife” sticker. No one cares. Thank you.
Respectfully,
Rick Cook
UPDATE! A new picture of Eva at 38 weeks is below! Enjoy. UPDATE!
37 weeks and counting.
June 12th, 2011
Eva at 37 weeks. Me practicing. One is more ridiculous than the other. I’ll let you decide.
