Often mistaken for a cherub:
His name is Softy, and we're very close:
Here is an actual Rorschach test - some people see me when they look at this picture:
I love going to the dentist ... when Mom & Dad are the patients!
Do these spectacles makes me seem more sophisticated?
Fortunately, I've matured since last month and have renounced my gangster ways:
August 2007 Bonus Photo:
Crime does not pay - for one thing, it cuts into my nap time:
August 2007 Playground equipment can be used as a framing device - when the timing is right: July 2007 All I remember is that we were at the big annual neighborhood barbecue, and it was
a really hot, sticky day. At one point I passed out, and when I awoke, somehow I
was in the arms of the wife of one of our Maryland state delegates - Tom Hucker:
Playground equipment can be used as a framing device - when the timing is right:
All I remember is that we were at the big annual neighborhood barbecue, and it was
Do these reflective shades make me look more hip?
Does this hat impart a bit more style and flair?
Here I am exactly one year since the hospital kicked me out:
I took a page out of the Perry Como handbook and wore a sweater to the photo shoot:
A tip of the hat to my Dad, whose main musical instrument is the electric bass:
This photo was taken on the eighth day of January - a Monday, I believe:
In the past I would use "photo shards" to indicate that I had posted the current photo of the month. This time, however, I have inverted the process so that the shard itself is the photo of the month. Why? So that you can see my first two teeth:
This photo lends supporting evidence to my assertion that I am not a witch:
I don't remember this photo being taken:
August 2006Are you ready for an extreme close-up? It's pretty extreme:
I like the vertical stripes on these pants because they make me look thin:
This month we're bending the rules a bit by allowing, er, four photo(s) of the month:
I awoke one day to discover my head completely bathed in hair - instantly I was transformed:
I tried combing it different ways, experimenting with my bold new look:
Sometimes my parents forget that I am a living, thinking, feeling, discerning person and not just a play toy, which admittedly I am. But only on my terms. Bath time, I've quickly learned, can be a vulnerable time and an occasion in which my parents like to engage in a little style and fashion experimentation - always at my expense, unfortunately. The photo session for my very first bath time at home did happen to produce, I begrudgingly admit, the photo of the month for April 2006:
Nurse Terri had a great idea for one of those "Let's take this photo now while we can because years later Baby Nick will never believe it was possible" kind of photos. See if you can figure out what that is wrapped around my forearm:
No, it's not a cigar band. Nor is it a twist-tie for a garbage bag. It's my Dad's wedding ring! The ring itself measures almost one inch across. Pretty amazing, eh?
I'll let you in on a secret - the inspiration for my pose in this photograph was the album cover for Iggy Pop's 'The Idiot':
My body is currently covered with this soft, downy hair called lanugo, especially on my back and shoulders. Enjoy it now, because it won't stick around for very long. Here's a close-up of my back. Note the swirling pattern right in the very middle - almost looks like the eye in the center of a hurricane: