the Cacing Diaries #3

day 10

Was it my wife’s imagination but did Cacing giggle? My wife was giddy when Cacing laughed for a few seconds. Too bad, we are not videocam fanatics. It does not really matter, Cacing hasn’t had any giggling episode since. She does smile, often when we were in our most harrassed state just after an episode of changing nappies. Cacing knows how to ration her smile rather wisely.

day 16

My wife and I needed to go to the bank to transfer funds. We still have no nanny so we had no choice but to bring Cacing with us. Third time for her to see the world. (Or is it to be shown off?)

It was decided that this was one short trip for we do not want to face the ordeal of cleaning her up inside the mall! The first hour was glorious. We breezed through the bank transaction and an aborted trip in the supermarket (my wife had a mistimed uterine contraction just when we were picking up detergents). Cacing acted as the perfect baby, no cries, no squirms, just the angelic sleepy self that we wished her to be on trips.

Not for long. In a stop at a Chinese restaurant to pick up some dinner takeout, Cacing peed in her diaper and my wife struggled inside the fully airconditioned but cramped car in changing her. When I got back, they already were a happy pair. Drama averted. Another quick stop at a fruit stand, no event. This is getting to be too perfect.

One last stop. My wife needed a haircut badly. There is one salon half a kilometer from our home so we decided that she can get a trim while Cacing and I would wait inside the cool confines of the car. Overextended karma. Cacing crapped! Big time. I was your typical harrassed father. My arms were long so everything was in reach. The ordeal was graphic. Portent perhaps of more to come? After all, it still is day 16.

day 17

Tired from her trauma yesterday, she slept like an angel last night. Today, Cacing is back to her sweet beguiling self. All is forgotten. And do I smell another photoshoot? :-)

more outtakes of Cacing’s modeling in day 11

Enjoy!


Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/50s, f/1.8, 50mm, ISO 100
I call this Bombay Dreams. The photo celebrates the luxury of oversaturated colors and the lushness of heavenly textures.



Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/40s, f/1.8, 50mm, ISO 100
A cherub’s foot in a bed of gold. Baby’s feet are so soft and pink…



Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/30s, f/2.2, 50mm, ISO 100, -1/3EV
As I’ve said before, Cacing responded beautifully when wrapped in this pink scarf. She emoted like a supermodel.



Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/200s, f/1.8, 50mm, ISO 800, -1/3eV
This is my take of the half-covered face shots popular all throughout flickr. Too bad I don’t know photoshop so that I could fix the texture around her face and add glisten to that chinky eye. Perhaps someday.



Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/30s, f/5.6, 50mm, ISO 100
I hovered over my baby, draping a read sarong over my head and the camera. With the electric fan nearby, the fabric created this soft blurry cage-like frame. Too bad she did not look at me. Babies get bored quickly.



Canon EOS 350D Digital, 1/200s, f/1.8, 50mm, ISO 800, -1/3eV
This time Cacing obliged me with a smile. However, I was not ready and the sarong was the one which came out sharp and in focus. The soft focus still gives sweet justice to her smile though.