Piano: Still easy

I will be at the Knitting Factory on February 4. David Byrne will be opening for me with some kind of photo montage or whatever it is he does.

My own room

Now that my parents finally moved out of that tiny apartment, I don't have to sleep in the dining room anymore. Here's a photo of my very own room!




Now we have room to keep my books and toys where they belong, instead of in the refrigerator like we used to.




Nobody likes refrigerated toys.




Hooray for room-temperature toys!




That is Charles Darwin back there, next to the blue-footed booby. Makes a lot of sense, if you think about it.




Charles! Look at my room-temperature toy!




Auntie Kim made me this blanket.




I just need to check my references to confirm that Z is, in fact, for Zebra.

I have gone retro!

I'm dressed as if I were from "the seventies," whatever those are.




See?




Considering how great I look, I assume "the seventies" were a period of impeccable fashion and popular culture.




Ba ha ha ha ha!




Really, though, you know we'll all look back on the '00s and realize that "the seventies" have nothing to be ashamed of.




This is my "nostalgic for a time before I was born" look.




On to more important things, though.




I can pretty much stand up on my own now and go to the store for gum and other baby needs.




I'm as surprised as you are!

Fugu!

I'm back in Boulder, where the blowfish toys are plentiful.




See?




This is one of my favorite toys now.




When I grow up, I want to be a blowfish.




What's the big deal? My parents said I can become whatever I want.




If that doesn't work out, I'll just be an astronaut.




Let me think about that for a moment.




Yes, astronaut would be OK as a second choice.




Zero gravity!

Smaller NYC Photodump

Here are the rest from NYC. We're back home now, and I have a feeling there will be some new photos of me coming soon.



Here's grandma feeding me.




And here's grandpa in his element.




And here's mom--in grandpa's element.




Uncle Eric has some sort of weird connection with seagulls. They eat from his hand.




Got it!




See?




It really works when he does it.




Here's my new friend Sydney with her doggie.




And here's my new friend Adam. He's Sydney's brother.




One more of Sydney, who likes turtles.




And one more of Adam, who likes birds.

Gigantic NYC photodump!

Here are 41 photos from our trip to New York!



This is the new dress that mom bought me.




My fashion sense is still excellent.




Close up!




Ba ha ha ha!




Be sure to get my good side--which is either side, really.




This is aunt Danielle fishing for Rileys.




Caught one!




It was this big!




OK, OK, you caught me already.




Now it is time to eat with "Feldman-style neatness."




You can see where this is going.




I can hold my own spoon now.




Let the neatness commence!




What is this stuff?




Tasty!




I support my weight on the spoon while I eat!




Squish squash.




Fling!




Ba ha ha ha!




Is there anything better to eat under here?




I'll resort to my old standby.




Ba ha ha ha!




This is what we Feldmans look like after eating just one vegetable. You should see us in restaurants!



This was inevitable.




Only the finer eateries actually bathe you on premises.




More carrots, please.




Aunt Danielle again, this time without her fishing gear.




This is great-grandpa Angelo.




I am showing him my impressive muscles.




Impressive, no?




He seems to think so.




Ellen and I are playing with another kid's toy.




This nice lady gave me the book Mouse Paint. I highly recommend it.




This, too, was inevitable.




No trip to New York is complete without playing piano with grandma Annette.




I am learning my scales.




This is quite easy!




I don't see what the big deal is.




Anyone can play piano. Thwack!




I am teaching grandma my technique.




Final thwack!