November began enthusiastically enough:
Music brings me great joy. It is magical, mysterious - a gift. Something I take very seriously. Here I am preparing to compose a solo piano piece:
This photo reminds me - I keep meaning to tell my folks it's time to lower the mattress in my playpen given that I can reach up and hold onto the railing like this:
Mirrors sometimes reveal different aspects of my personality:
Surprise! Uncle Dean stopped by for a quick visit while here on business exactly nine months to the day I was born. We shared a story - and a laugh:
This is my first autumn. The trees I've noticed lately have been particularly dazzling:
Here's a shot where Mom and I are trying to stare down the photographer:
Sometimes in life you put your foot in your mouth. Or someone else's:
Sitting up may be easy for you, but I have to work at it every day:
But guess what? I'm starting to crawl now!
Here I am finishing a classic work of children's literature, Peek-a-Who:
Head coverings lend an air of mystery and intrigue, don't they?
I have learned that the fourth Thursday in November is a special day set aside by Americans for giving thanks - a holiday known as Gratitude Day. Here I am at home with my folks, who are enjoying a nice spread ..
.. while I have to make do with Earth's Best vegetable turkey dinner:
Crawling presents itself with opportunities as well as pitfalls I have learned:
At the same time that I'm learning to crawl, I am also attempting to stand upright.
Here I am performing a demonstration for Jim, who asked what's up - and I said me:
I'm pretty pleased with myself:
Baba drove to our house for a visit during Gratitude Day weekend. At one point she introduced me to headphones - my first true stereophonic experience:
Fortunately, Baba brought Jim, and together we went downtown to tour the National Museum of the American Indian in order to learn more about our national heritage:
Later that same night we went to an outdoor festival of lights that tickled my eyes:
You know, I'm starting to get the hang of this crawling thing:
After Baba and Jim returned home, Dad took me to a nearby tourist attraction: world's largest horn section:
Later I tried out for TV's "Fear Factor." Here I am wrestling an American brown bear at the audition which was held, bizarrely enough, in a local library:
How curious that it was only a couple weeks ago I struggled to sit upright, and now I don't even have to think about it hardly:
Lately I've discovered that if I simply go with the flow at bath time instead of putting up resistance, it's a much better deal. Enjoyable, in fact:
I do believe I'm the apple of my mother's eye:
I also think it's time we put November to bed and say good night:
Music brings me great joy. It is magical, mysterious - a gift. Something I take very seriously. Here I am preparing to compose a solo piano piece:
This photo reminds me - I keep meaning to tell my folks it's time to lower the mattress in my playpen given that I can reach up and hold onto the railing like this:
Mirrors sometimes reveal different aspects of my personality:
Surprise! Uncle Dean stopped by for a quick visit while here on business exactly nine months to the day I was born. We shared a story - and a laugh:
This is my first autumn. The trees I've noticed lately have been particularly dazzling:
Here's a shot where Mom and I are trying to stare down the photographer:
Sometimes in life you put your foot in your mouth. Or someone else's:
Sitting up may be easy for you, but I have to work at it every day:
But guess what? I'm starting to crawl now!
Here I am finishing a classic work of children's literature, Peek-a-Who:
Head coverings lend an air of mystery and intrigue, don't they?
I have learned that the fourth Thursday in November is a special day set aside by Americans for giving thanks - a holiday known as Gratitude Day. Here I am at home with my folks, who are enjoying a nice spread ..
.. while I have to make do with Earth's Best vegetable turkey dinner:
Crawling presents itself with opportunities as well as pitfalls I have learned:
At the same time that I'm learning to crawl, I am also attempting to stand upright.
Here I am performing a demonstration for Jim, who asked what's up - and I said me:
I'm pretty pleased with myself:
Baba drove to our house for a visit during Gratitude Day weekend. At one point she introduced me to headphones - my first true stereophonic experience:
Fortunately, Baba brought Jim, and together we went downtown to tour the National Museum of the American Indian in order to learn more about our national heritage:
Later that same night we went to an outdoor festival of lights that tickled my eyes:
You know, I'm starting to get the hang of this crawling thing:
After Baba and Jim returned home, Dad took me to a nearby tourist attraction: world's largest horn section:
Later I tried out for TV's "Fear Factor." Here I am wrestling an American brown bear at the audition which was held, bizarrely enough, in a local library:
How curious that it was only a couple weeks ago I struggled to sit upright, and now I don't even have to think about it hardly:
Lately I've discovered that if I simply go with the flow at bath time instead of putting up resistance, it's a much better deal. Enjoyable, in fact:
I do believe I'm the apple of my mother's eye:
I also think it's time we put November to bed and say good night: