I'm getting old

Last Sunday, me and my party people posse had our group birthday shindig at Gymboree. It was pretty darn fun, even if my old papa was away doing his own thing in Vegas. I got a little upset when separation anxiety set in, but some sugar-laden cake solved all of life's woes soon after.



I can't believe that it was almost a year ago that I was such a wee, helpless dude.



My real birthday is in a couple of weeks and we'll be whooping it up in L.A. I'm hoping for a pony.

Will work for food...

In the last few weeks, I've started this thing called crawling. I got a case of the wacky giggles when I realized how fun I'm gonna make my parents' lives when I really pick up velocity, coupled with my mass and all the knick knacks & tchokches in the house.



This is my crazy cousin Gemma. Apparently, she sees you.

Grandma went to Germany and all I got was ...

... this totally awesome felt hat! I'm ready for Oktoberfest!


Danke Schoen Grandma!

Now where's my lederhosen?

Noa the Hut

Yeah, so I like to eat.

So like to scream when I don't get the food fast. So I like to swipe Cheerios from others who don't have the dexterity to keep on their toes. But I think Mamma secretly loves it because it means more times that she subjects me to the potty!

Fleeced...by my own relatives!

In July, my Uncle Christian visited from NYC. He was sporting his new fiancee Jennifer. They are both spirited teachers and I can't wait for them to move to my neighborhood next year (*ahem*). We were having a great time playing, but then they stole my lunch money.


I guess they're feeling the pinch of buying a fancy diamond ring. Sniff.