introducing mr. pie

Early in 2006 my sister had a baby. He has scads of names but his blog name is "Mr. Pie." Okay. That was when he was a baby. Now that he's four five, I'm not really allowed to call him that anymore. Shhhhh. This child is by far the coolest kid I know. I sometimes ponder whether I'd feel the same way if he were annoying and uninteresting. He's neither, so perhaps it's irrelevant.

Introducing Mr. Pie, His Highness, The Sultan of Cool...The Batutah: One very, very excellent kid. You'll have opportunities to read more about him in my blog as time passes. No worries: I don't write about him every day. Realizing, as I do, that everyone in the free world doesn't actually care how funny I find it when this baby tries to put his whole hand in my mouth, or a single finger in my nose, or my whole face in his mouth. him. Yea, see, again, this is old news. He's not a baby anymore. Now he says things to me like, "Mimi, when you come back from Canada, will you come to a country near my house?" and asks me to bring him race cars from my travels, "Because I love race cars." Still, consider yourself warned: he shows up in my blog from time to time. (Usually under the category: Babies & children.)

Note: I've linked to this page throughout my blog. At times I refer to him in context of his age. The photo here, however, is periodically updated, so you may not be seeing a photo that has any contextual relation to what I was writing about at the time. Which is fine. Just sayin...