Today is my four-month birthday, or as I like to call it, the big 0.333333333333333333333333333333333333...

Okay, okay, I know that joke is getting older than I am. Anyways you guys, you'll have to wait for a link to my previous birthday pics, sorry! In the meantime you can just go to the bottom of this page and check out the archives.


Tigger: What do you say when you're losing a wrestling match to a little baby?

Watch out -- hot stuff coming through!!

Me and pops have a new game: I pretend to fall and he pretends to catch me!

How do you like my form-fitting threads from Aunt Gabi?




What do you say when you're losing a wrestling match to a stuffed animal?

In bed with the paper (towel).

Mirror, mirror on the ... floor?? How am I supposed to rhyme with that?

My new seefood diet.
I see food, I eat it. Heck, it doesn't even have to resemble food, I'll still put it in my mouth.

Also, I've been learning how to roll over. Click here to download a movie of my fourth successful attempt. It's a big file, so please be patient. Save it to your hard drive and you can view it larger.

Noam's Secret Spring Collection

Tummy time! Today I rolled over, but nobody saw me do it.

No stroll along the river is complete without a chauffeur.


And a chaise lounge.

Mommy is great . . .

. . .but daddy nose best.

I can't believe it -- this guy is goofier than I am!

Ladies and gentlemen, please watch closely as I turn this ordinary household object into...


A phone!


A flower!


A lover!


A cheek rest!


And a flute!
Remember folks, don't try this at home.

Taking a nap with a furry friend.


My favorite new toy. So far.

What can I say? She's the best.

From eligible bachelor out for a night of club hopping. . .


To pulling the night shift at the nerd hotline.

My yummiest pajamas yet!

I've been working so hard lately that I have to take lunch at my desk.


T.G.I.F.! Woohoo!


What's that, Mr. Lumbergh? You need me to come in over the weekend?
Again?

I simply won't rest until I've found the tastiest finger(s).