happy 90th

In our nation's capital this weekend, toasting the first ninety years of Lincoln's great grandmother's life. He wore the little brown tie that Vika gave him over the holiday and, for the first time, tried his best to keep up with all of his cousins at the party. Shy much of the time, but clearly enamored with the oldest of the pack,"Where Bessley? Where Anna?" was the refrain of the weekend. He slept sideways and upside-down in the big bed at the hotel, was wowed by the largess of the DC Metro, took in the sights at the Smithsonian NMNH, and generally did his best to avoid any and all photo ops. He was, however, more than happy to smile at "GiGi," and wish her--as so many others did--a very "Happ-ee Buh-day."

holiday card

2012. Wishing you happiness (and high kicks) times two this year!

camera conscious

Linc doesn't like being photographed anymore. Maybe he never did, I don't know. But lately he has a distinct change of demeanor when the camera comes out.

And I am caught in a bit of an ethical dilemma.

wonder spidey

He discovered super heroes today, in a friend's attic among many choice hats. His preferred outfit: "Pie Man" with a Wonder Woman headband.

snowy days

shower spy

Linc likes balancing little toys all over the tub while he takes a bath. Sometimes one will elude capture during evening clean up. And I'll notice him, out of the corner of my eye, keeping watch over morning showers. A little reminder that another world exists in this bathroom. One that I'm often too busy (and too old) to remember.

arrrrghh!

new year's

(on Nantucket)






Happy 2012.