
I decided it was time to get a photo of myself in this sweater before I outgrow it.

I’m growing quickly these days, you see.

Mom and dad can’t leave anything lying around anymore.

Perhaps there’s something good to grab over there.
In which the saga of R-Pod continues—and the saga of Z-Bear begins

I decided it was time to get a photo of myself in this sweater before I outgrow it.

I’m growing quickly these days, you see.

Mom and dad can’t leave anything lying around anymore.

Perhaps there’s something good to grab over there.

I was feeling a bit formal today, so I decided to wear this dress in the afternoon.

The decision had nothing to do with getting applesauce all over what I was wearing before. Nothing!

Formal attire goes well with my excellent posture.

You know, even nicely dressed babies need to lie back and relax sometimes. It doesn’t make us any less prim and proper.

I’m kind of sleepy today. Busy weekend.

I can’t wait until I get some time off–you know, maybe sit down with a good sock to chomp on.

Have I mentioned that I can stand up with just a bit of support?

The office supplies are excellent.

What do you mean, “Babies can’t play with office supplies?”

I’m playing with some right now. Try to keep up.

OK. Fine. My parents have given me safer office supplies.

Actually, this kind is much more fun.

What do you call this thing, anyway? I’ll tell you what I call it: