So my nephew Cole is a scant 7 days old, and my sister-in-law Lindsay has asked if I'd be willing to try my hand at some newborn pics. Since I'm in no way, shape or form an actual photographer (as the above slightly-unfocused photo shows) I thought I'd take a few practice shots prior to getting together with her this upcoming week. And needed a subject. And my baby is too old to do this sort of thing with. Thus enters: Creepy Baby.
Creepy Baby is a left-over relic from when I was a child. Apparently my parents thought it'd be funny for me to have fucked up nightmares about psychotic dolls.
But I guess he/she/it/theThing served its' purpose, and I'm feeling slightly more confident about the photoshoot this week.
I sleep in bed with a knife now, of course. But thats the price you pay for taking Creepy Baby out of storage.