Spent the weekend in Seattle visiting family, particularly my nephew Rollie. Can't believe the little man's already three months. And yet he's the same size as or even bigger than babies twice his age. Here we are sporting these knit hats I bought in Patagonia. Regretably the only baby-sized hats I found down there were in girlish colors. I figured my sister could offset it by also having him wear a bronze gladiator chestplate with pants fashioned from the fur of skinned wolverines. My hat, on the other hand, makes my head look like a fricking football. Damn you, unflattering Patagonian head apparel!