Adrenaline Junkie

I have been fruitlessly snapping dozens of pictures trying to capture a smile on Nate's face. For weeks now, he has been smiling at faces and toys. He grins in the bathtub and coos and smiles in a vain attempt to get the creatures on his mobile to acknowledge his presence. The only thing he won't smile at is the camera. There is my boy, mouth wide open, face nearly split in two, drooling from the sheer intensity of his joy. Lift a camera into view and he adopts a serious scowl, studying the blank glass eye like a foreign invader.

But I beat him. Swindled him with his addiction. Nathan is a fool for the hard stuff. One hundred percent pure, refined crystal adrenaline. Nothing brings a smile to his face faster than a controlled freefall. Snuggled safely in mom or dad's arms, plunging toward the floor can evince a chortle of delight. A sound as if he is choking on his happiness. "More" he calls in babyspeak - a message impossible to mistake. And more and more he got.

And the camera snuck in unnoticed.
Click!!!