I somehow talked a worm into taking a series of photographs:
Here I am exactly one year old = three hundred sixty-five days since I was born:
Happy birthday to me! Extra special thanks to Chef Michele for the fabulous cake:
Still haven't quite yet figured out the rubber ducky:
There's a lot of geometry going on in this picture:
I believe it's important to dress for success:
Bit by bit I'm wearing down Kitty's defenses - we'll be breaking bread by year's end:
Sometimes you simply have to read between the lines:
How wonderful it is that Uncle Dean is able to visit so often; how sad it was, unfortunately, that even his tuneful warblings that evening could not cure my blues:
As soon as the weather got nice, Dad took me into the federal district for a little artful exploration. Here we are at the Smithsonian Castle:
Taking in this particular Mark di Suvero sculpture:
Dad, believe it or not, really seemed to enjoy a lot of this modernist art:
I, however, was finding a lot of this stuff to be rather boring:
Until, that is, we got to the National Air & Space Museum:
Incredible how these rockets have been to outer space and back to tell us about it:
Once we got home I put on my magic fantasy specs - hmmm, what should I envision?
Why, I'll be Superman - soaring like a rocket overhead, on the lookout for evildoers:
But even superheroes need their nutrition:
Let's not write winter completely out of the picture just yet:
These days I am very much a stand-up kind of guy:
Who doesn't love a good story on a cold wintry day?
I'm telling you, our relationship just keeps getting better and better:
This photo, you might not be surprised to learn, is not my Mom's favorite:
