Narcissist

I allowed baby Vader to toy around with the camera this morning. He giggles when I show him pictures taken of him as a young baby. When I take a picture of him and show it to him on the spot, he is fascinated.

I show him how to point and press the button and proceed to guide him for one picture:

I show him again with his Tigger toy:

He insists on being in the picture:

I point the camera at myself and let him try taking a picture of me. He succeeds and repeats "ma ma", "ma ma" when he sees the picture. He then goes on to fiddle with the camera on his own. As I upload the pictures onto my laptop, wanting to proudly show his picture of me on this blog, I discover it's missing and probably was deleted by him...... I saw him going to the menu to fiddle with stuff. It was the only picture missing. Hrmph!


As I sit here waiting for him to wake up from his nap. I wonder, who's the real narcissist? Ha! I took a picture of the two of us after that, but it's too ugly (i.e. me, not him) to be put up.