I don't think we're in Iowa anymore

We drove to Minneapolis so I could visit the Sem and so we could catch a flight to Arizona. The plane left a few hours ahead of yet another ice and snow storm, but we made it to the land of sunshine, sand and saguaros.

My shades? Well, in the immortal words of Timbuk 3:

Well I'm heavenly blessed and worldly wise

I'm a peeping-tom techie with x-ray eyes
Things are going great, and they're only getting better
I'm doing all right, getting good grades
The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades
I gotta wear shades

In the Immortal Word of REM, "Stand"

Guess what I did yesterday!

When Daddy put me down for a nap I eschewed his admonition to "sleep sweetly" and yelled my head off.  But fear not, it was not a simple fit of pique that caused my cries to so reverberate through the house.  No, it was the effort of...

wait for it...

STANDING!!!!!  that cause me to yell.  Yes, I yelled.  Baby overcoming his leaden constrictions is worth a howl.  And so is victory!!

Of course, once I stood up I hadn't the foggiest idea what to do.  Hitherto, I've never paid much attention to such things.  Clearly this will change.

[Picture is a bit dark.  Mommy was being sneaky.]

Baby on the Move

Look!  On the ground.
It's a race car!
It's an intercontinental ballistic missile!
No, it's Benjamin!!!

I am a baby on the move.
I move so fast the camera can hardly catch me.
Yes, I am crawling.

There are certain advantages to crawling.  I get to explore, exercise, touch new stuff, and impress the ladies.  On the downside, I have, on occasion, touched the wrong stuff.  At least, I presume it was the wrong stuff because Mom and Dad say, "No Benjamin.  Don't touch that."  And then they flick my fingers, which truth be told is a little unpleasant.  But I've found that I can avoid this by NOT touching the item in question.  It seems like a pretty simple set up.  I plan to master it.