Playing with Megan's new camera phone.
"...And one of those, and one of those over there..." "Yup, that's my son."
"Are you gonna finish that?"
Corwin, being mesmerized by the iTunes visualizer. (It works great for calming him down. Parents, take heed.)
Corwin exploring the possibilities of the keyboard his Uncle Derek gave him.
"Geeze, can't my waiter take a hint?"
"There's a ladybug on my bib!"
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Keeping Corwin from rolling/sliding/crawling off of the changing table has become quite a challenge.
"I'm the king of the world!"
Corwin showing his Elven heritage.
"Um... how do I get down?"
Fishing for Kittens. "Here kitty kitty kitty."
Corwin's audition photo for the C horror flick "Blair Witch 3": "Okay, let's see...what's my motivation here...got it! 'What is that evil thing I see below? It looks dangerous. Maybe I should just go have a quick look. Ahhhhh!' "
"Oh no! It's got me!"
Corwin in a sea of sunflowers.
That's my son(flower).
"I _said_ no pictures!"
"Do you mind? I'm trying to crawl here."
Checking the list of ingredients.
Tastes like chicken.
Tie-dye roar!
Daddy attack!
I got you babe.
The Blues, um, Relatives.
Missed kitten sighting.
Corwin, as promised, playing piano with his toes.
It's a Moose thing.
Da moose, da moose...
Not quite ready to hop in a bath on his own.
Atomic boy performing some molecular adjustments.