Travelling as he nearly always does with his parent, friend and close confidant my wife, Reid can often be spotted on a rocking chair, doing his derisive impression of President Bush, or telling wild stories of how he got his reputation as an excellent chef in the three days he spent in the hospital nursery before even completing his training in Paris.

One of the understandable hazards of posting images of a child of such stunning handsomeness (and calm disposition) on the internet is the invariable calls, letters and visits from anonymous well-wishers and professional photographers seeking to capture our child's shocking grace on film. Several of these pictures were taken by just such a photographer, who asked us not to share her name, though it rhymes with Fannie Tiebowitz.

At times, it would seem that toting around a little person who can't walk, talk, or support his own head may be a burden. Sometimes his mother and I marvel at how long we can, with blithe grins on our faces, hold the sleeping baby, passing him back and forth, while he just snorts and grimaces briefly before returning to a fabulous dream-world full of milk and, um, nipples. However, the times full of sleep are balanced by wide-eyed moments of wonder, when the boy appears to wonder where he is, who we are, and who some of the other total strangers are who come to our house and are immediately handed a child and photographed.

Finally, some new information. These pictures (the ones with people holding Reid) are from yet another batch of gift-bearing modern-day magi coming to behold the grace of our little man's splendor. A few rows back, Reid's "uncle" Aaron hears a secret whispered (that's code for spit-up) into his ear. Above left, Reid's "uncle" Suhaib wonders what sequence of events led him to be photographed holding this sleeping baby in his arms. The three photos directly below portray Reid with his second cousins Amera (left) and Mike (center and right), who travelled an enormous distance to dine in the same house with Reid.

"Enough pictures, fattie!"