Got to love the little guy in the mirror.

Quick.. run... before daddy has a chance to dress me, feed me, and put me to bed... run...

9 months! Only 9 months! It feels like i've known these guys forever!

I am finally old enough to give Tigger an eye exam.

I've cast my vote.

Finally, after months of contemplating the job, I decided to take it: I am going to start feeding myself with a bottle.

Anyting to get to the fun part of self-feeding.

If mommy ever tells me to get off her back I'll remind her who put me there in the first place.

Mom says she cannot take pictures of me anymore becasue I always try to grab the camera. I don't know what she's talking about.

Wait! I know the answer!


mmm... What was the question again?

Having a ball.

Cute-ness factor.


She's on her cell, I'm on mine. We never talk to each other anymore.

I was riding my horse across the desolate cement desert today. Yet, I couldn't avoid the strange feeling that someone was watching me.


Hey! Watch where you're going! You...


And all together now, sing along with me and clap your hands!





I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round.

I got him right where I want him.

Samantha and David came to visit. David speaks both English and Hebrew, even better than Dad!

Hey, meet my new friend Ayellet.


We play together and share toys.


Wait a minute, does sharing mean I don't get to keep it all to myself?

I decided to put my feet down.

Sure wish I could ride one of those.


Woah!!!

You probably wonder how I maintain my atheltic figure.

Push-ups are important, but rowing really makes the difference (click for a live demonstration).

This one is from the director's cut.

I took my old folks to the gym(boree). They need to move around a bit.

A new toy!





I try to entertain my chauffeur from time to time. Boosting morale is good for the staff.

They really make you feel like royalty at Target.


The service at my breakfast nook was too slow, so I switched to Anna's Place.

Basket case.


And I thought that rice cereal tastes like sand.


Don't you just hate it when your wardrobe malfunctions?