I will no doubt have more to mention regarding my Essex excursion, but for the moment I offer you more baby pictures. Apart from irrefutable evidence that I was in fact the cutest baby ever, I’d like to briefly delve into this series featuring myself, my brother, and our cousins Peter and Edith. Here we are looking rather wholesome and outdoorsy. I myself am apparently sporting some sort of sundress, if such a thing is conceivable (left to right: Isaac, me, Edith, Peter):

Cute, right? Impish, even. And then suddenly, not long afterwards, we have apparently all four of us entered an (incredibly) awkward stage, simultaneously! I believe this was an Easter morning at the grandparental abode:

I think I’m either trying very hard not to wet my pants or trying very hard not to spit out a mouthful of acorns; either way, there’s clearly tremendous energy being expended if only to maintain that expression. But that’s not all:

White turtleneck aside, we seem a little more comfortable in this one. It’s unclear what I’m reading, but I seem jovial enough. And Isaac’s got some pretty serious hair, anyway.

I’ll make an effort to get a photo of the four of us over Christmas, maybe; it wasn’t feasible at Thanksgiving as Edith is still off in great Canadia somewhere and couldn’t be here this weekend, sadly.