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as it turns out, whether I like it or not, I grow bigger with every passing day, so I also had to convince my daddy to capture some photos of me as an indication of how much I have changed since the day I was born.

these may not be the best photos he ever took, but as I remember he was taking a lot of time to take them, applying some cuts and edits and all, I guess I owe him some thanks after all. when I look at them I can’t recognise myself from the early days, it took me a while to understand the image in the mirror is actually me, seamus george myself. probably I would never come to this conclusion if my daddy wouldn’t hold me in front of it as often as he did.

on the other hand, now when I think of it, I guess he also owes me a credit since none of these pictures would be ever done without a handsome little model as myself.

turning one

guess my dad had to make plenty of pictures and videos as I constantly could hear him saying that he ran out of the space again.

yeah yeah. and so what? that I cried on the first photo he ever took?
after couple of weeks I was already quite serious indeed.
I started to smile relatively early.
not sure how daddy took this one since I always move so much.
now when I think of it, I guess it was always mammy giving me a bath, daddy was probably afraid of the splashes.
note to myself: remind me about this alien movie mammy doesn’t like to talk about.
I realised that the food they were feeding me was quite alright, so I allowed my mam to start call me a bold head.
first winter was alright.
guess only because my daddy was missing on his hair already, he started to experiment with mine as soon as they appeared.
did I mention some of the photos may not be the best one he ever took?
not sure why but sometimes when he looked at me and spoke with this other language, he was saying I remind him of his grandma.
have to say I loved my buggy. whenever I would like it to roll, my daddy would push me wherever I wanted.
seems like my first easter was full of bunnies.
did I say I like to eat?
boo!
I mean I really like to eat!
in the summer it got hot so much that whenever he would have taken me, I would only have my body suit on me.
I can handle my bopop just fine.
I’m not happy with this photo daddy, please take it down.
how’re you doin’?
first year ended up me with being only cute.

terrible two.

in the second year of my life and the photos just kept coming in. I did my best however to make sure he wouldn’t have too many opportunities to take the stable shot as I was already on the move.

four seasons always kept me at ease.
so did the bopop.
hello? are you talking about me?
I started to enjoy my first bike.
I was doing alright on the swing too.
nothing but a pretty face.
wrc adventure started.
this picture will haunt me somehow, I can feel it.
at some stage I dropped the bopop consumption during days, but in the winter I still enjoyed them at anytime.
yet another blueberry mousse.
baba is tired.
I finally got myself a proper cot.
come on daddy-o, don’t lag behind!
why walk when you can crawl?
always fascinated with the wheels.
visit to monastic city released my inner demon.
look! I guess I need a haircut!
I laugh as I have nothing better to say.

third time’s a charm.

year third proved to be so difficult for my daddy to take the pictures that he was only able to capture the most random moments of my glorified childhood.

I love bubbles.
but daddy prefers painting.
going very fast on my first flight.
after waking up in babcia’s & dziadek’s.
they brought the monkey to the zoo too.
actually… two of them!
daddy made an effort to take this first picture with Tatra mountains in the background.
but I was busy looking for stones.
and another one!
same place 30 years later.
on the walk through krzemionki.
throwing stones wherever I can.
bye bye babcia.
guess we all made it alright.

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