Who says Christmas is over?

We were trying to take down our Christmas (or, as they call it in Turkey, our New Year) tree when Ozan's inner decorator took over. Here you see him issuing commands like "Get up! Hang this!" around the torso of our tree.

A tribute to the ladies

To cousins Cansu and Nabite, that is. The Barbie doll was an absentminded gift from some friends. Nice to see whom Ozan associates with Barbiesque beauty.

Couch sharing

Here you see Dad trying to snooze on the couch while Ozan first tries to join in, then decides he'd rather bug Mommy to dance with him. Watch my eyes pop open when he kicks me in the throat.

Makin' music with dad

Behold my new between-jobs pastime: picking the banjo so Ozan can boogie. Yes, I'm terrible, but pay attention to our musically-minded son. Given his obsession with Carlos Santana and evident delight when I broke out the banjo, I think we'll have him on tour by oh, age six or so.

Have updated the Picasa page (under January 2010), BTW.

End of a curly era

Well, we took Ozan in for his first haircut just now. As cute as his cascading ringlets were, they were getting a bit out of hand, so we went across the street to Meltem's hairdresser. Ozan was amazingly good – not a peep of complaint the whole time. Now he really looks like a little boy. You can see the whole process at the Picasa page (link at right).