James brought this home from daycare – he was pretty proud of the painting, telling us that it was a turkey, and naming all of the colors several times. He’s definitely left his share of fingerprints around the house … and I know we’ll miss them when they turn into big fingerprints.
James and Frank just hanging out on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
I have no explanation for this:
Here’s our funny little boy, being a funny little boy.
Hard not to love seeing this little guy playing in the leaves on a warm, windy, fall day.
Sometimes James likes to brush his teeth. Sometimes he likes to pretend to like brushing his teeth. You decide which one this was:
For the record, James just completed his first successful crib escape. No apparent injuries and he’s not yet willing to discuss how he did it. We’re hoping that this is a onetime thing. We’re not ready for him to be in a regular bed (again)!
We had a great weekend together. How could we not? Perfect weather … a birthday party with balloons and cake, a morning of apple picking and pony rides, an evening of laundry hijinks and then wrap it all up with a few minutes on a swing and a bowl of ice cream. Perfection.
Today’s lesson: if you push a flashlight into your nose hard enough, it turns your nose red.
