Day 284: A little privacy, please

Hey there -- you with the camera. Enough with the photos. Can't you see I'm just kicking around in my diaper? I'm not styled for photography. Oh, well, if you must. One picture. Only one! Now I will return to sucking on this binky while banging remote controls on the table. Good day, sir.

Days 280-284: Cheerio!

Cheerio, mates. Just hangin' out here with my friend Alina at the Super Bowl party on Sunday. We were in bed long before the game was finished but I hear the guys in green beat the guys in black. Score one for bright colors!

Day 279: A little light reading

Stacks of magazines are also very enticing - so fun to knock over! And then read. I find Cosmopolitan to be a little shallow and pandering but I quite like Vanity Fair -- at least the pictures.

Do you like my new toupee?

Day 278: Delicious remotes

Did I already say that I love to eat remote controls? They are so tasty. Almost as tasty as iPhones!

Day 278: New Tricks

I've picked up some sweet new tricks the past week or so. For instance, crawling. I still think it's lame, and basically just a stopgap until I'm running very very fast around the house, but it comes in handy sometimes -- like when I need to get to a toy, or eat a remote control. Another cool trick is waving. See, I'm waving. HI!

Days 276-278: Chillin' With the Grandparents

So I'm back home from Florida, a very warm and sunny place. It's sunny at home, but not so warm. I'm happy to be back in Brooklyn, but I do miss Florida too -- it's fun hanging with grandparents. Papa and I like to hang out and talk about fishing sometimes -- I think here he's explaining to me the difference between a mangrove snapper and a sailor's delight. The latter sounds like one that would arrive on your hook breaded and frozen and delicious when deep fried. Yum, fried!

Days 274-275: Back at the beach

Dad had to leave town for a couple days for work so Mom and I took the opportunity to go to Florida to visit the grandparents and catch some rays. We hit the beach today, as you can see, and it was pretty nice. The water's a little cold for swimming still, but it's not cold like it is out west where Dad is. He says it's below zero. I can't count but I know that's not good. Who wants to play a little frisbee?