I take a lot of pictures of the baby. Every time I set out to take pictures of the baby, I'll take a few pictures that'll make it on to the blog, maybe a dozen more that'll make it on to Flickr, and about two hundred others that never really leave my computer. Sometimes it's just because there was another similar picture that was better. Sometimes it's because there's something in the picture I don't really want to share with the world, like a pile of dirty socks in the background. Most of the time though, it's because photographing a baby is just about equivalent in difficulty to mastering a piano concerto. While wrestling an angry badger. Blindfolded.