Friday, May 29, 2009

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I know that it's still early but I've been thinking about photography as a career. Mommy and Daddy are letting me use their old digital camera--look at the masterpieces that I've been creating recently.

Mommy's friend Romi visited us earlier this week. Notice the wonderful lighting on Romi's toenails.

Here are my two favorite dogs: Ziggy and Clifford.

This is the wall in our dining room. Or maybe it's in the living room...

This is the CD player that I use for "Cows", folk music, and "Dinosaurs." Grandma Gail bought it for me a long time ago.

Uncle Jason likes to watch hockey, especially the Pittsburgh Penguins. Beware the penguin I have at home!

This is one of my favorites: Mommy and Ziggy.

This is the back of the chair I use at the big table.

Ziggy's food and water dish. I help Daddy feed Ziggy all the time.

It rained yesterday. Can you see it in this picture?

Our kitchen.

Thursday, May 28, 2009


Sometimes you just have to be silly...

(taken by Mommy)

(taken by Helen)

(taken by Helen)

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Just wait until I'm old enough to spell "appoggiatura"

Every year around this time, youngsters descend on Washington DC for the National Spelling Bee Championship. Some of the winning words recently have included euonym, vivisepulture, autochthonous, narcolepsy, and antediluvian. It's a little known fact that none of the winners of the National Spelling Bee could spell or write their name as early as I can.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Tricycle Post

Cousins Ken and Ilana gave me three bikes that Emma, Sarah, and Phoebe all used when they were little. Mommy has been waiting for me to use them for sooooooooooooooooo long. Look what I did after Daddy's 15th Reunion picnic tonight.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


In Israel, there is a tradition among some families that boys don't get their first haircut until the age of 3. Now, I'm not a boy and I don't live in Israel and I'm not 3. But it was time for my first "real" haircut. Mommy took me into downtown Oberlin to Marissa's salon. Don't I look happy?