A plant outside our (previous) apartment. Our landlord told me its name, but I don't remember. What I do remember, and what prompted me to take these pictures, is that it blooms at night and it smells really strong. The first time it bloomed in the spring, we woke up in the middle of the night and had to close the windows. And take some Claritin. But it's pretty.
(also, why didn't anyone tell me his hair looked so ridiculous? oh wait, there may have been hints from a few folks. don't worry; there's a haircut coming in here somewhere)
In Amman with little buddy Andy (they bonded over shredding Kleenex):
Tooling around Charles de Gaulle on our way to the States:
First birthday party with the cousins:
Packing (or unpacking - who knows anymore?):
Post-haircut tube crawl (thanks again Emelia!):
Proof that we were in New York (in spite of our best efforts to get lost en route):
At home in our new apartment:
These show nothing of the conference I attended in July, most of the family and friends that we visited, first time on a swing (thanks Eli!), progress on teeth and walking, trip back (highly successful in spite of having to fly separately), outings around here, new job, etc. But enough is enough.