Here is Jonathan Kirk Weaver.  He is just starting to think and learn.  His eyes are wide open, and his hands are asking how to move and grasp the world.  The wave of hair, just above his right eye, would always come back if his hair was long enough.

This is the photo that christened "Jonathan's Christmas Tree." They were just exactly the same height for one summer. Then, the tree outpaced him, though he did pretty well for homo sapiens... 

About five years ago, Jonathan's Christmas Tree had gotten too big for its placement by the driveway, and it got cut down.  But Dad tells me that it planted one of its seeds first.  Jonathan's New Christmas Tree is about three and a half feet tall now, perhaps just about the height of the one in this photo.

You can tell that this is my birthday, but I noticed that apart from looking really cute, he's also gazing at my cake with a rather hungry expression.  I probably thought he was leaning in for a nice picture.  He's probably thinking about strategic digital confectionary acquisition maneuvers.  Or something like that.  

Jonathan's intensity was always apparent; he always wanted to figure things out, and could work for hours on something if he wasn't satisfied yet.

I think the Train Conductor's outfit might have something to do with his father.

In the summer of 1987, the choir at Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church took a great tour around England and Scotland.  I think this is in front of the Cathedral in Cambridge, England, at King's College.

This is Jonathan at age 15.  He could pass, though, for 30.

SLEEP IN ORBIT

Jonathan loved to caption polaroids.  

Mom, on the other hand, hated having to wake us up at 6am to travel out to Bronx Science.  Here's Mom, displaying her fatigue by taking a snooze on the kitchen floor... or in outer space?  You decide.