Learning to Drive

Thanks for the car, Aunt Kelly, Uncle Ken, and John. I'm having lots of fun learning to drive.

My Birthday Cap

It's starting to get cold in Portland, which means it's time to try on my new birthday cap. Thanks, Aunt Maryann, Uncle Bob, Hope, and Mae.

Happy First Birthday to Me!

My first year on Earth was a piece of cake as it turns out. Thanks to everyone who came to my party and to those who couldn't make it but sent gifts anyway. Also, Dad wants everyone to know that the Red Sox are winning this evening. And Mom is the best mom ever.

I'm Walking

I like walking better than crawling. Mom says I walk like Frankenstein's monster. Dad is very concerned about me falling correctly, always on your butt, he says - Mom says "bottom" is the correct term - because there's no brain in your butt - unless you're a Steelers fan. Our Patriots won this week. Yay! And our favorite coach, Lovie Smith, won. We are not Bears fans, but we are definitely Lovie Smith fans.

In the Park

Mom and Dad took me to the park for a benefit barbecue whose proceeds go to give bikes to kids who need them. Mom and Dad ate barbecue, I ate my puffs, and Dad took me swinging, which I like.

Dad and I are not worried about our Patriots.

Access Denied

Mom and Dad are trying to keep me out of "places I shouldn't be," which leads to a sort of evolutionary arms race between us. I really wonder what is behind some of these doors.

Happy (Belated) 11 Month Birthday to Me!

I am 11 months old now. I like to eat and play percussion with metal spoons on hard surfaces. I am very close to walking without the assistance of the couch, tables, or anything I can pull myself up with. I waved goodbye to the guys at daycare today, and Mom was impressed.

And Dad has been letting me listen to his CDs of Richard Dawkins reading from the Origin of Species and Calexico's "Carried to Dust."