One Year Later

Here are a couple of pictures Mommy took with her ancient 35mm camera, showing me and Daddy when I was just a wee, days-old sprite, and again on my first birthday. Can you believe how much Daddy has changed in just a year?!?

Cat-tastrophe

Last week, I took Mommy's makeup brush when she wasn't looking, and when she turned around, I was powdering the cat's face with it. She took it back and put it aside, intending to clean it later. Well, she forgot. And the next morning, while applying powder, her face broke out in glorious shades of red and pink. Apparently, Mommy is allergic to cats after all. Surprise! Anyway, she washed off all her makeup, applied some cortisone cream, popped a Benadryl -- and promptly went to bed. Oh well, my bad!

P.S. Don't forget to take my newest poll!

In the eye of the beholder.

Jackson Pollock, move over! I've discovered the kitchen floor is my canvas, and regularly create a mess, er, masterpiece every night using tools at hand. Here, my medium of choice was bibs.