Deceptive garb. Where's Isaac? There's no one here but a tiny man with a scarlet braided fu manchu.

Just thinking of you, Eno. We'll traipse your trails soon enough.

The gentleman in red. Dress me up in a vintage country-western shirt, and I'll show you some of my finest southern dinner-table etiquette. Hold on to your ears, Grandpa: I might have to run a test to see how well they're attached.

In need of yoga assistance? Who knew hallway-yoga was a specialty of Grandpa's? He said that he could use a little support; so I didn't hesitate to climb aboard.

Mixed signals. I'm still dwelling on December because I'm tough on the exterior but a sentimental boy at heart. Around Christmas-time, I made sure somebody got a picture of me going in for a hug with my cousin Ava. I'm sure it must've been like spotting an owl or an albino squirrel.

A first time for everything. This was my first shot at walking around the block, while holding hands with Daddy. Other firsts on this trip include pronouncing the word banana, drinking eggnog, blowing kisses, eating chinese food, pizza, and mashed potatoes. Not all in one meal, of course; that would've been gross.

Another attempt at flying gone by the way-side. While visiting Grandma in Virginia, I spent a great deal of my time eluding Daddy's grasp and flying past the horses without ever really leaving the ground. The rest of my time was spent feeling hubcaps, tires, and license plates in the driveway.

Demystifying Mister Virgil. What does it take to earn the respect of Grandma's cat? Apparently, he has a weakness for salt & vinegar Pringles.

I've been so many places in my life and time. It's already 2007. And what I'd like to know is what happened to Wisconsin. This was our first trip out to the great midwest. And just to prove that it actually took place, please feel free to peruse the visuals.
Dressed like a 70's hillbilly. I impressed Jo and her pop with my dishwasher jazz experimentation. They couldn't get enough of my funked out rhythms. As you can see, Joanna filled in as my back-up vocalist (on dishbrush). She did a pretty good job.
Bathroom lingerer. Sometimes I preferred just to dress as a space-elf, coyly asking for a tickle by the tub.
"Linger in my arms a little longer, baby," as sung by Peggy Lee. Thanks for sharing your time and space with us, Joanna & Chuck. (I will call you back.)