While getting some other photos off my camera, I found a few I’d forgotten that I’d taken, including this extreme closeup of Chaplin’s paw that I thought turned out pretty well:

I was so amused to find all his paws sticking out from under the blanket while he was napping.

Mf mmf mf mmfmf mff:

Mmmf, mf?

Edited to add: Mmf mmf:

And of course, right after this was taken, he decided my left arm (which he’s laying on since these photos are reversed by Photo Booth) was dessert.

Elisa and Ray are having a sequel, and I congratulate them and wish them much success with Laird Baby 2: The Lairdening.

Wow, I’ve lived in L.A. for too long.

First, my little nephew Elias (with his mom, Trudy) as a dalmatian:

And his brother Max as a fireman:

Finally, I got some new boots via the fine folks of FedEx, and someone turned it into a costume.

To be a little more specific:

Not pictured: Me as Johnny Cash harassing my coworkers by repeatedly singing Folsom Prison Blues.