I'm 15 months old!!

Wednesday was a day of great pride to me. My parents give so much to me. They feed me, they change my diapers and my clothes, they take me to fun places like the playground and they let me play with their electronics even though the likelihood that I drool on something and ruin it is high. But Wednesday, I was proud to become something extremely important to them: a tax deduction.

My Dad frequently tells me I owe him big time - he says January babies are the least tax-efficient babies anywhere, since the IRS doesn't draw a distinction between a baby born on Jan 1 2008 or December 31 2008 - it's the same deduction. But someday when I know the appropriate words I'll tell him that if he'd offered me a cut of the deduction to come out three weeks earlier so he could have gotten that 2007 tax deduction, I might have gone for that.

So what have I been up to since the last time I blogged? I'm happy I'm pretending you asked.

The biggest news is that I took my first trip to sin city! No, not San Francisco dearest evangelical readers. I'm talking about Vegas, baby, Vegas! I went to visit my Grandma and Grandpa for Passover!

Get this - my parents wanted to take a picture of me pulling down the arm of a slot machine (even though they're just for show these days...apparently fat Americans can't be bothered to do anything more than push a button) and some random worker bee comes over and says that I can't touch the machines because I'm underage. How ridiculous! I'm 15 months old - what, do they really think I'm going to retain that experience? Don't you think they should change the rules - perhaps there should be an age minimum AND an age maximum to touch the slot machines? Net/net is I couldn't get a killer shot of Spencer playing the Wheel of Fortune slots. It's society's loss, really.

Also in Vegas were my cousins Sam, Ryan and Sydney, who I like very much because they play with me constantly.







This was my second Seder...although truth be told I don't really remember last year's seder. As you can see from this picture, I don't remember much from this one either...





I sat next to Sam for the Seder and couldn't stop reaching for his yarmulke...so....shiny....must.....touch.





Oh, did I mention? Matzoh sucks. They don't call it the bread of affliction for nothing.





We did take a quick trip to a nearby casino to go bowling (the shiny floors were so....shiny.....must.....walk....on.....them)...





...and to play in the game room. I pretty much camped out the entire time in the skee ball alley. Literally. Don't even think of messing with my skee ball alley.






Here I am giving a big high five to my Aunt Carin (that's grandma in the background).







And here I am trying to grab Grandpa's glasses!






OK, I feel the need to post a couple of videos.

Here's one of my new favorite activities - walking through my daddy's legs. If he were a bit taller, they would be daddy long legs. Bad joke, blame my genes.




Here's 90 seconds of pure, unadulterated Spencer joy:





Love,
Spencer