So I'm sorry I've been so slow in getting to the new round of pictures. Here's another sneak peak, and you can check out the photos at this link without any witticisms, which I know are meaningless to any of you but which give me a delicious excuse to stare at pictures of my son while writing about him as well.

That said, we've been busy lately, welcoming a new baby born last week to our best friends and otherwise distracted with the regular minutiae of life and whatnot.

However, Reid-wise we've had some nice developments. At his daycare (Ms. Mendoza's House), Reid has graduated from a smaller baby-sized crib to a bigger one with taller rails for babies who stand up a lot.

I don't have a super-chatty relationship with Ms. Mendoza, perhaps because I'm generally the morning-delivery parent who drops off Reid and has a bus to catch, and doesn't want to linger over the act of painfully walking away from my son every morning. But we have a very cordial relationship. This week, I was greeted with the new configuration of cribs in the daycare and a warm "Reid got a promotion!" from Ms. Mendoza. Reid seemed to like his new digs, though he is spending less time in the crib and more time crawling, cruising and rolling around under foot, from all reports.

Also this week at Mendoza's, one of Reid's daycare-mates is celebrating a birthday. Another side-effect of my speedy exits in the morning is that, unlike my wife, I don't learn the names of the other kids in the daycare. So each of them gets a nickname, and usually one I only use internally. Tomorrow is One-Shoe's birthday. This kid only wears one shoe, usually the left one, and often carries the other one in his hand, like some sort of talisman. He will wave the shoe and move towards you erratically, whereever you stand in Mendoza's small daycare emporium, like the slowest ghost in pac-man, only armed with a tiny shoe. I shift around to avoid actually getting caught by One-Shoe.

Happy Birthday, One Shoe. I'm going to dress Reid in a sailor suit for your b-day tomorrow, and I'm sure Reid will horribly mark it with spit-up.