Today I was formally introduced to every tot's bath toy of choice - a rubber ducky:




I somehow talked a worm into taking a series of photographs:




Here I am exactly one year old = three hundred sixty-five days since I was born:
 



Happy birthday to me!   Extra special thanks to Chef Michele for the fabulous cake:




Still haven't quite yet figured out the rubber ducky:




There's a lot of geometry going on in this picture:




I believe it's important to dress for success:




Bit by bit I'm wearing down Kitty's defenses - we'll be breaking bread by year's end:




Sometimes you simply have to read between the lines:




How wonderful it is that Uncle Dean is able to visit so often; how sad it was, unfortunately, that even his tuneful warblings that evening could not cure my blues:




As soon as the weather got nice, Dad took me into the federal district for a little artful exploration.  Here we are at the Smithsonian Castle:




Taking in this particular Mark di Suvero sculpture:




Dad, believe it or not, really seemed to enjoy a lot of this modernist art:




I, however, was finding a lot of this stuff to be rather boring:




Until, that is, we got to the National Air & Space Museum:




Incredible how these rockets have been to outer space and back to tell us about it:




Once we got home I put on my magic fantasy specs - hmmm, what should I envision?




Why, I'll be Superman - soaring like a rocket overhead, on the lookout for evildoers:




But even superheroes need their nutrition:




Let's not write winter completely out of the picture just yet:




These days I am very much a stand-up kind of guy:





Who doesn't love a good story on a cold wintry day?




I'm telling you, our relationship just keeps getting better and better:




This photo, you might not be surprised to learn, is not my Mom's favorite: