Goin' mobile

I know, I know. You're feeling ignored out there. But think back to when you were figuring out that you didn't have to just stay in the same place. I bet you were pretty busy, huh?

It all started one day when I was lying around looking cute:

I said, hey, enough of this lying around. First things first, I revved up a bit by flapping my arms.

Then I got up on the knees. There was no turning back now:

Mommy tried to give me a hand. I told her to step off.


I got stuck on my knees for a while.


Eventually, I figured out the push-up position.


After that, it was only a matter of time before I was crawling. Now, I can even stand up:

Eli, please... show some decency. Any chance I can get out of here, daddy?

With great mobility comes great responsibility. I can now pretty much bathe myself in my sweet new bath:


Almost as exciting as the moving is the chewing. I grew a brand new pair of chompers the other week:


Which meant I could take in something other than the white stuff. I've made the most of this new opportunity:


And just how did I get so messy? Let's just say I haven't quite figured out the spoon thing yet:

Does it go in like this?

Or like this?

Liquified fruits, veggies and meats are all well and good... OK, they're mostly nasty. But there's nothing quite like a good slime biscuit:


Apples are tasty as well:

Mmmghf. Ahm uff nght.

I've also found the time to learn a few words. It's sort of a trial and error thing. You just sit around making random sounds, and as soon as you make one that makes your folks go crazy with glee, you just repeat that sound all day. That's how I arrived at mamamamamamama and dadadadadadadada. Not sure what they mean, but I'm obviously getting my point across.

With all of this activity, I sometime forget that it's OK to just sit around looking adorable:

It's the hat, right?


I did this for an entire day, and my face didn't even get stuck.

Sadly, the latest news is not so good. I came down with a bad case of the ol' "barfing more than usuals" the other day, along with a nose stuffed full of boogers. The whole ordeal was quite traumatic, which naturally led me to need mommy at 2 hour intervals during the night. Luckily, I've been able to pass that sucker along to mommy. So I'm starting to feel much better, thanks for asking. Although I've apparently been downgraded from "easiest baby in the world" to "normal." Alas.

I know it's been too long, but I really have to lay this at dad's feet. I had this thing written up weeks ago, and all I wanted was a little proofreading. But dad kept saying, "As soon as I'm done researching this, as soon as I'm done reviewing that." Meanwhile, I had to keep adding more and more pictures, and eventually it became a vicious cycle. Luckily, I caught Dad in a down week, so here we are. First, I wanted to lead off with some adorable pictures of the most important lady in my life (apologies to my new best friend and next door neighbor Cathy... she's cute, but not Evelyn-cute:

Daddy should really be home by now.


Suitable for framing.


No chance of sleeping in on your weekends, Daddy.


The death-defying double airplane-- do not try this at... work.

Thanks to global warming, summer has lasted extra long. That means more time to mow the lawn...


...and go to local street fairs. After years of coaxing, I finally bent to parental pressure and got my face painted. I had very specific instructions for the painter:

I need the Earth on one side, the moon on the other, and a rocket going in between.

Voila!

With the (sort-of) arrival of fall, it's time for the annual Kaplowitz apple-pick. This time, we had the benefit of family fruit afficionado Aunt Val:

Almost as good as Grandma Lisa at 123-whee. It's almost as if her and Grandma are related...

The apples in Pennsylvania were just as crunchy:

Cheers, mates.

I've been expanding my artistic horizons lately as well. Here's the portrait of my faithful animal companion, Boo:

Oh, and the people-eaters have made a comeback into my oeuvre:


It's more of a people-buffet, if you will.

I found more inspiration when dad took me to the Philadelphia Art Museum this past weekend. I'd show you some pictures, but the guards gave me a dirty look when I tried to capture Monet on camera. My favorite was the abstract stuff-- I'm pretty sure I could do a Jackson Pollock if you gave me enough finger paint.

The biggest news, of course, is that I just started at my new school:

It's actually bigger than just this sign. There's more in the building behind me.

Here's me with some of my new classmates. The guy to the right of me is a little strange. That big stupid grin makes me want to bash his head in or something.

Here's the whole gang on our field trip to the pumpkin patch. For some reason, I'm the smallest in this class too.

Now, usually I don't do this, but I'm going to break off a little preview of the Halloween costumes:

Just to keep things balanced, Boo is dressing up as me this year.

Monty is less than delighted with his costume:


We also made a scarecrow for our front yard. I think dad has some issues:


That's it for now. I'll try not to be so delinquent in the future, but I can't really control daddy's work schedule. If any of his bosses are reading this, they should give him less stuff to do.

Eli

I know it's been too long, but I really have to lay this at dad's feet. I had this thing written up weeks ago, and all I wanted was a little proofreading. But dad kept saying, "As soon as I'm done researching this, as soon as I'm done reviewing that." Meanwhile, I had to keep adding more and more pictures, and eventually it became a vicious cycle. Luckily, I caught Dad in a down week, so here we are. First, I wanted to lead off with some adorable pictures of the most important lady in my life (apologies to my new best friend and next door neighbor Cathy... she's cute, but not Evelyn-cute:

Daddy should really be home by now.


Suitable for framing.


No chance of sleeping in on your weekends, Daddy.


The death-defying double airplane-- do not try this at... work.

Thanks to global warming, summer has lasted extra long. That means more time to mow the lawn...


...and go to local street fairs. After years of coaxing, I finally bent to parental pressure and got my face painted. I had very specific instructions for the painter:

I need the Earth on one side, the moon on the other, and a rocket going in between.

Voila!

With the (sort-of) arrival of fall, it's time for the annual Kaplowitz apple-pick. This time, we had the benefit of family fruit afficionado Aunt Val:

Almost as good as Grandma Lisa at 123-whee. It's almost as if her and Grandma are related...

The apples in Pennsylvania were just as crunchy:

Cheers, mates.

I've been expanding my artistic horizons lately as well. Here's the portrait of my faithful animal companion, Boo:

Oh, and the people-eaters have made a comeback into my oeuvre:


It's more of a people-buffet, if you will.

I found more inspiration when dad took me to the Philadelphia Art Museum this past weekend. I'd show you some pictures, but the guards gave me a dirty look when I tried to capture Monet on camera. My favorite was the abstract stuff-- I'm pretty sure I could do a Jackson Pollock if you gave me enough finger paint.

The biggest news, of course, is that I just started at my new school:

It's actually bigger than just this sign. There's more in the building behind me.

Here's me with some of my new classmates. The guy to the right of me is a little strange. That big stupid grin makes me want to bash his head in or something.

Here's the whole gang on our field trip to the pumpkin patch. For some reason, I'm the smallest in this class too.

Now, usually I don't do this, but I'm going to break off a little preview of the Halloween costumes:

Just to keep things balanced, Boo is dressing up as me this year.

Monty is less than delighted with his costume:


We also made a scarecrow for our front yard. I think dad has some issues:


That's it for now. I'll try not to be so delinquent in the future, but I can't really control daddy's work schedule. If any of his bosses are reading this, they should give him less stuff to do.

Eli