Game Face Redux

Mom and I ran into a couple of New England Patriots haters today who told us that they would lose on Saturday, all in good fun, perhaps. Perhaps. But don't worry, Dad: I'm getting my game face on.

Hamming It Up

My friend Jenny sometimes takes photographs of me when we visit. Dad says her photos look a lot better than the ones he takes. But whaddaya want, kid, I'm just a dumb jock, he explained, or something like that. Jenny's as close to Papparazzi as I have. I'll be seeing Jenny later today, when Mom and Dad leave me at her house so they can eat sandwiches at a fancy schmanzy deli downtown and then go to Powell's to use the gift card Uncle Buck gave them for Christmas. I think I might get some new books out of the deal. Dad said something about Henry James, but I'm thinking more along the lines of Dr. Seuss.

Happy 2008!

A couple of smiles for the new year. That's part of Mom's hand in the first one - she can't help herself. My resolution is to drink lots of milk and grow. Have a happy one!

Daydreaming

I spent some time before the Patriots game yesterday trying out my crib, though I've yet to actually sleep in it. I like the stuffed animals that spin around above my head; at least Mom says they're stuffed animals - I see only colorful shapes moving.

I cried during most of the Patriots game, as it turned out; it was a very emotional game for me.

Hello, World!

I decided to wave at the camera this one time, just to say hello to everyone out there in Audience Land. You know who you are.

Charlie Brown's First Christmas

Ho! Ho! Hum!