He is completely completely obsessed with his trains, still. The red engine used to be called "Vodit" (named when he was 2) but is now "James". This is one of the things we don't like about Thomas the Tank Engine.
A weekday morning...What to do? What to do? How about we walk with the neighbors to the local bluegrass instrument store and buy everyone a new harmonica?!?! (thanks neighbor Rudy)
Launching his Christmas present airplanes at Derby field. One of them didn't survive the final crash but the other will fly again when it stops raining.
Over the holidays we enjoyed biscotti from Lynette and Chris. I tried not to resent sharing with Silas.
Trike ride with Mimi. He hasn't figured out steering yet but that might be because his controlling parents have that handle.
Yep, 2 black eyes. He tripped while running through the house and hit his forhead on a door frame on Sunday night. It swelled to an egg and stayed that way, slowly draining down to swell the bridge of his nose and darken under his eyes over the next week. After nearly 3 weeks it has almost faded, but still looks like he's tired all the time. Here he is checking his wingspan at the Lindsay Wildlife Museum.