Daddy, according to his daughter.

My friend Stacy had such a good idea to include Daddy on the recent questionnaire, so I thought we'd sit down this morning during Fisher's nap and see what she had to say about her Daddy. 1. What is something Daddy always says to you?
I love you.

2.What makes Daddy happy?
When I give Daddy kisses and hugs.

3. What makes Daddy sad?
When I don’t listen.

4. How does Daddy make you laugh?
By tickling me.

5. What was Daddy like as a child?
Books that make daddy happy.

6. How old is Daddy?
One hundred and fifty-two hundred.

7. How tall is Daddy?
Like this tall.

8. What is his favorite thing to do?
Play games.

9. What does Daddy do when you're not around?
Look for me.

10. If Daddy becomes famous, what will it be for?
It would be for Daddy.

11. What is Daddy really good at?
Playing games.

12. What is Daddy not very good at?
Playing tea party.

13. What does Daddy do for a job?
Go to work.

14. What is Daddy's favorite food?
Chicken.

15. What makes you proud of Daddy?
When daddy runs (like in a race) and he wins.

16. If Daddy were a cartoon character, who would he be?
Obama.

17. What do you and Daddy do together?
Play games.

18. How are you and Daddy the same?
Because we have the same color.

19. How are you and Daddy different?
Because daddy’s a boy and I’m a girl.

20. How do you know Daddy loves you?
Because he gives me hugs and kisses.

21. What does Daddy like most about your mom?
Because you give daddy lots of kisses.

22. Where is Daddy's favorite place to go?
Chuck E Cheese’s. (She is definitely dreaming on this one. She hasn't been there but once, and that was before she was even two.)

Happy Pizza Friday, Daddy, we love you!

The rest of the weekend.

Nana + Pappi were in town to help celebrate Fisher's birthday, and everyone was happy about that. Alla got to have a very special day with them all to herself. They took her to the Mall of America where they visited the aquarium, the rides, the Legos, Build-a-Bear, and had lunch at the very scary Rainforest Cafe. Her new bear, Lily, made it all the way to yesterday before Alla decided she didn't need to wear that wedding dress after all, and should share it with Zebra. It was only a matter of time. Ron and I were just short of betting on how long Lily would get to keep her beautiful wedding gown.

The weather was pretty wonderful the whole weekend, with highs in the 50s, so we were outside a bunch. We got Fisher some shoes, since the Shoo-Shoos he's wearing (handmedowns from big sis) are really not meant for learning to walk on asphalt. Something about shoes. Makes him look like a Big Boy.

We took a few walks, taking Fisher's walker so he could get some exercise, too.We ventured down to the stream, and then meandered on over to the park to swing and climb and slide. I do think your "park muscles" must go dormant in the winter. We'll have to start working them out again.Unfortunately, we stayed just about a half-hour too long, causing quite the breakdown from the little girl. She was wiped out from all the extra excitement - showing Nana + Pappi all her toys, all her new skills outside, getting up early so she could go wake them up. I was remembering being that same little girl, Nanny and Papa asleep on our living room sofa, and creeping ever so quietly down the hall to see if they were awake and ready to start the day. Climbing into bed with them anyway. Grandparents are wonderful.

Lucky for me, I was tired too. (We hadn't exactly planned the walk to the park, so there was no stroller along to help with the 23-pound baby. Mama's left arm got a workout.) I told Alla she could come lay with me if she wanted. She read stories in the Secret Clubhouse, and soon decided to join me. I'd say that within three minutes of her arrival under the covers, we were both asleep. What a well-spent Sunday afternoon. Well, once she finished having a tantrum all the way home and just took a nap with me already, that is.

The Birthday.

5:46 pm on March 19, 2008:Exactly one year later (I still see a double-chin!):

The birthday was wonderful and enjoyed by all, and when I say that, what I mean is, I wasn't rushing around like a crazy person, I was actually spending the day with my Birthday Boy and enjoying him. Wonderful.I started working on this blue+green banner about a week before, and hung it the night before so he'd feel festive when he saw it in the morning. I really hate to put it away, it's making me so happy!We picked up some balloons that morning. Four of the dozen are still flying high!He opened presents all weekend, veeeeeeeeeeeeery slowly, and we let him take his sweet time, enjoying it. Perhaps he'll be like his mama, waiting til the very last minute to start unwrapping, because, as you know, once they're opened, that's it. You're done til next year.

This is one of my very favorites. Perhaps ever. It's just him, his smile, his laugh, his zest. I'm happy to report that this Killins kid did get to enjoy cake on his first birthday, happily shoveling into his mouth.
Later that evening, we watched his first-year video, the one little snippet we'd taken each Wednesday for the first year of his life. So amazing to see him grow and change, and yet to see how he was always going to be this little guy, right off the bat.

We love you, Little Fish. Happy One! We can't wait to share in your second year with you.

Birthday update, coming soon.

It was lovely. And I got what I wished for, a photo with my baby. Thanks, Ronald:)

Happy Birthday, Buddy.

We love you immensely. You are warmth and sweetness and light to us, and we look forward to year number two.

Birthday Video

This is set to "I want to Love You" by Bob Marley, which we've sung to Fish approximately 1,260 times since his birth. I've spent a few days trying to convert files, get around Bob's stupid copyright, embed, etc., to no avail, so if you know the words, then when you click the link, sing it!

Ten on Tuesday, The Fisher Edition.

A year ago today I was still pregnant, yes, and 8 days overdue. The following day at my doctor appointment, they told me my son was off their charts and their best guess was that he could be up to eleven pounds, five ounces, and did I still want to wait for him to come on his own or did I want to schedule a repeat cesarean. Well, I really did want to wait for him to come on his own, but after a few hours thought about what it might be like to push out a baby weighing more than eleven pounds, I gave up on that silly notion and called the very next morning to be sliced open again, thankyouverymuch, and stat. That evening, my son was born, and we were ever so disappointed that he weighed in at only ten pounds, two ounces, and twenty-three inches long. Ha.

So, without further ado, this Ten on Tuesday is to celebrate you, Fish. Just you.

1. You don't really like to play with toys. You prefer pulling plugs out of outlets, scooting the dustbuster around, opening cabinets, and pulling all of the ziploc baggies out of the ziploc baggie box.

2. The exception seems to be the play kitchen, where you can sit for a long time and, you guessed it, pull out all of the pieces. Once those are out and on the floor, though, you move on to more trouble.

3. Consequently, we call you a "menace" and "Trouble" quite as often as we call you by your given name. I mean, it's written all over your face.

4. Yesterday we brought your walker outside. You loved that. You walked all over the street, showing all the friends we haven't seen all winter what mad skills you have. When last they saw you, you were just learning to sit up, so this is amazing progress.

5. You give kisses pretty freely. And say mmmmmmm when you do it.

6. Sometimes, after I kiss you at a nap or bedtime, I'll hear you mmmm'ing from your crib, beckoning me back for just one more kiss. And I oblige.

7. You're over rice cakes.

8. You love pineapple, and Mama's banana bread is pretty fine to you, too.

9. You did NOT like your one-year check-up today. You definitely are wary of the doctor's office, and pretty much cried through the whole thing. I do not blame you, buddy, that finger prick thing was brutal.

10. You are 23 pounds, 2 ounces and 32 inches tall. And we love every bit of you.

Me, according to my daughter.

Came across this via a friend's Facebook page, and had to share our version of it here. It's just priceless. I've italicized her responses, and put my commentary in parentheses afterward. I encourage all of you with children old enough to really give you some good answers, to try this. You'll not be sorry.

1. What is something mom always says to you?
I Love You.

2. What makes mom happy?
Love.

3. What makes mom sad?
When I don't do things right.

4. How does your mom make you laugh?
Tickling.

5. What was your mom like as a child?
Reading books.

6. How old is your mom?
Sixty-one hundred. (Thanks, babe.)

7. How tall is your mom?
This tall (showing me with her hand and arm).

8. What is her favorite thing to do?
Read books to me.

9. What does your mom do when you're not around?
Look for me.

10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?
Famous chef, like Ratatouille.

11. What is your mom really good at?
Reading books to me. (Notice a theme.)

12. What is your mom not very good at?
Sleeping. (Well, I'm only not good at GOING BACK to sleep when someone, ahem, has woken me up for, say, a hug at, oh I don't know, two a.m.?)

13. What does your mom do for a job?
Make dinner.

14. What is your mom's favorite food?
Tomatoes.

15. What makes you proud of your mom?
When you give me lots of love. Can you give me lots of love while my waffles are cooking?

16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Obama. (Yeah, baby.)

17. What do you and your mom do together?
Play.

18. How are you and your mom the same?
Because we're the same color hands.

19. How are you and your mom different?
Because we don't have the same color of us.

20. How do you know your mom loves you?
Because you give me lots of hugs.

21. What does your mom like most about your dad?
When he comes home very early.

22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?

The grocery store.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. Today was my day to read to Alla's preschool class. I've been keeping this surprise for her for several weeks now, and every school day she'd tell me whose mom was the special reader, and how she wished her mom could be the special reader. She led me to the chair I was to sit in, and sat right in front as I read two of her favorite stories:

2. Tyrannosaurus Drip, and

3. Where the Wild Things Are.

4. The booster is.not.working.out.

5. We're chalking it up to both user error (maybe he's not ready), and crappy seat. It was a handmedown that I snatched up from a friend with older kids, and was great for outdoor summer eating with Alla, or for her friends when they were all still highchair-bound. Basically, she was older when we put her in it, so this was not a problem. Made for a very stressful lunch today.

6. The good news, however, is that I gave Fisher a sippy cup of soymilk today and he drank it. I am completely clueless when it comes to introducing milk in general, as I didn't do a good job with Alla, and consequently she doesn't like milk. Feel free to leave helpful hints.

7. So much for spring. It's snowing today!

8. I would really like Dear Genevieve to come to my house and reconfigure my lower level family room, now that we're not using that nook-space for an office. She's a Minnesotan, I just know she'd love to come back home and do-up our house.

9. This Lands End dress is just about the best thing I ever bought for Alla. She puts it on and it's like her whole face lights up. She seeks it out. She can put tights or softie pants underneath for warmth. It has pockets. It's just the perfect little girl dress.

10. Amy + Erin, thank you for introducing me to the Baked Oatmeal. Fisher loves it, too!

We were waiting for you.

One year ago today, I was due. And then overdue, and still you flip-flopped in my belly, not giving a rat's behind if it was the ninth of March and your mama had already carried you to term. You stayed in there ten more days and then, although you were a big ol' bundle of joy when you came out, somehow you were still so teensy.

And now look at you, sittin' like a person at the kitchen table. Stop already.

Feels like spring.

But we won't get our hopes up, since rumor has it more snow is on the way. I remember watching snow fall from the hospital room last year, when my gaze actually fell beyond my newborn's head, that is. And I also remember waking up to snow on Alla's birthday. Minnesota is definitely not done with winter, so we try not to get antsy. All that makes you is, well, antsy. But we do drink up the warmth and sunshine when given the chance. We put lunch down yesterday, and just ran outside fast as we could to meet up with friends riding bikes. My body literally doesn't know what to do with all the fresh air and vitamin D. One suggestion: heal my left side which is quite achy from carrying around my almost-one-year-old on my hip through all that fresh air.

You tell me.

How does a baby go about taking off his pants when he's supposed to be napping?

Payin' it forward.

Almost three months ago, alnost to the day, I got a lovely package in the mail from my dear friend Megan, who was paying it forward by sending me a gorgeous pair of earrings that she made. OK, so this is more a picture of my son than of the earrings, which is why I had to show close-up here how lovely they are.

I've thought of this pay it forward project nearly every day since receiving the lovely little package, and have finally put together three little packages of my own to send out to three of you.

To participate in Pay it Forward, you must have your own blog. You must be willing to continue the gift-giving by sending the first three people who comment a gift. It can be homemade or store-bought; it truly is the thought that counts.

Leave a comment to play, the first three people will have these little packages shipped out to them in the morning. Don't forget to leave your email address so I can contact you for shipping info!

ETA: Tricia, would you mind emailing me your shipping address:) missfagan@gmail.com Thanks!

Stuck inside.

Poor kid just wants to get out there and roll in all that snow, and throw a snowball right back at his big sis. Makes me kind of hope he's walking by the time it warms up around here, just so he doesn't miss out on all the fun.

Forty-six months.

Ron says only Mama would know she's forty-six months today. Probably so. I can't explain how much I love this picture, how it completely tells the story of her at forty-six months. And how I feel the color picture is so so different from the black and white.

In color, it's Saturday morning and the weekend morning movie is over and she's just telling stories and we're all swirling about in our paths of breakfast and run and dishes and up and down the stairs, and I happen to look over at my self-contained little child and see the beautiful tulle and curls and of course bare feet in February! In black and white it kind of catches my breath and I know that twenty years from now I'll be transported back to this morning when I ran to get my camera and saw you there on your table in front of the window, swinging that little dolly on the strings of the shades, completely in your own world. Completely. You have so many stories to tell.

Two months away from four. You love clean pasta, red peppers, waffles + plain yogurt for breakfast, dessert, suckers from Daddy's work, scissors + tape, art, school, books, Laila. You have rediscovered your love for WordWorld and still love Dora and Diego. You love the weekends, you love movies, you love hot hot baths. You can't wait til spring. You're planning your birthday already. You are fun. You are smart. I am proud of you. I am so lucky you're mine.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. Do you see why we call him Bozo or Crazy Hair sometimes? I should really refer back to Alla's pics from her first year because she was off-the-charts crazy hair. But for a boy who doesn't have much hair anyway, this is Crazy. 2. My son is going on two hours for his afternoon nap today. I scrapped a page, uploaded and edited some pictures, and am now working on this post. Holy good use of my time.

3. Yesterday Alla told Ron that for S week at school (they are currently on Q week, she's just thinking ahead), she wants to bring his screwdriver. This was prompted by his having left it on the counter after installing some more cabinet locks. It's an electric screwdriver so he obviously told her that wouldn't be a very good idea but maybe she could take one of his smaller ones. She then said she wanted to get her own screwdriver so that she could, and I quote, "Screw. With. Daddy." Her emphasis, not mine. We about died laughing.

4. We're late-lunchers around here. It's rare that we get to the lunch table much before one.

5. Taken at her request at the lunch table yesterday. Muffin Tin Mondays are still going strong around here.

6. At Target on Sunday, I poured my coffee beans into the grinder, only to discover that someone had left theirs in there, un-ground, and walked away. So I had to grind some of theirs into another bag, and then randomly decide it was time to stick mine in. Only my bag started to overflow, so obviously the first bit in there is that other person's coffee and who knows what it is. Darnit. I think I need to just get my own grinder.

7. Speaking of coffee, after reading the recent issue of Consumer Reports, we switched to Eight O'Clock brand coffee. I'm liking it better than the Archer Farms stuff at Target.

8. My little baby will be TWELVE MONTHS OLD in three weeks and two days. I cannot handle it.
9. We made coconut macaroons this weekend. First off, they are divine. Second, they are easy. Third, they lose their outer crispiness in a tupperware overnight, and are therefore best fresh out of the oven. Only downfall is how many the recipe makes. So invite some friends who like coconut and bake up a batch!

10. Took the kiddos for a run this afternoon in the double jogger. It was 38. It was lovely!

Eleven months.

Buddy, that is exactly the face I am making at this milestone: the how-in-the-heck-have-you-been-here-eleven-months-look. At eleven months, you are just as enjoyable as you were on the day you were born, and just as amazing to hold and to love as you have been all these 337 days.


You speak: hi, mama, hi kee (hi kitty), hi dada, moh (more)

You sign: all done and more

You go to bed between 6:30-6:45pm and wake up between 6:45-7am

You're really getting into walking with your walker (thanks for that, Sara, the kids have now both loved it) - no more push-walk-walk, just walkin'

You can put the balls in the slot and then reach down and grab them and do it again

You love your lovey enormously

You give sweet sloppy kisses

You no longer bathe with the big blue bathtub

Your poor little legs and elbow-pits are forever red, enflamed, and itchy due to your eczema

You love to eat: sugar snap peas, pumpkin, roasted sweet potato with olive oil, salt + chili powder, O's, pears, apples, bananas, rice cakes, muffins, and my oatmeal in the mornings

You love to look out the window, and I love to imagine all the things you will do out there when it's warm, when you're walking; it will all be brand-new to you!

You've become quite the mama's boy (which I adore)

We love you, Buddy.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. Fair warning: this is a no-picture post. Posting pictures requires having the time to upload and edit them. Haven't had that kind of time this week yet.

2. On my nightstand: a penny, the 3 books I read to Fisher after he nurses every morning, a couple of Alla's drawings from December to file in her fourth-year scrapbook, and the two [fake] fish she asked me to babysit.

3. Watched Gone Baby Gone Sunday night.

4. Still full from all the Valentine's cupcakes. In my hunt for a wonderful fish birthday cupcake idea, I checked out Hello, Cupcake from the library - yum, yum. For Heart-Day we ended up with chocolate cupcakes and Almost-Homemade Vanilla Buttercream frosting.

5. So excited about friends' new babies.

6. How about Northwest Airlines starting up their peanut service again? Like I needed one more reason not to fly. Ever.

7. We have a serious plain yogurt addiction in this house. Alla and I have been through 4 pounds of it in 9 days. I'm very distraught that it's now gone and it won't be topping my oatmeal in the morning.

8. Fisher is a big fan of sharing my oatmeal with me.

9. At 11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, the parents wait for the preschoolers right outside their class. It doesn't matter if Alla is the first one to come out of the room, we are still always the last to leave the parking lot. That's because when she comes out, school bag in hand, she has to take all the stuff out of her school folder to show me, right then. Mommy there's something amazing in my folder! I think - when that little girl comes out in red pants, a yellow shirt, and a new haircut, shouting unabashedly about something amazing - that she's amazing.

10. We went outside after lunch today, the last warm (38 degrees) day on the forecast for awhile. No coats. Pants, socks, and a onesie for Fisher. Alla took her socks off and walked all over the remaining ice.

Friday Five.

1. Alla got a little surprise Wednesday evening: a new dress and tights to wear to her Valentine party at school Wednesday.2. Love the windblown effect. I ordered that. 3. Homemade valentines were handed out to her classmates. I guess you can't see the best part here, but she watercolored in red and pink, then punched hearts out of that paper, then glued the hearts onto the pink printed BE MINE valentines, and then wrote her name on each heart. Too sweet.

4. What she looked like when she left for her party! Sunglasses from the goodie box at the dentist this week.

5. Right now she is with Daddy at his work, where they show FREE movies once a month. He wouldn't tell her what it was this time, kept it a surprise. I think she's probably beside herself that it's "Move It Move It The 2." Can't wait to hear all about it when she gets home in a few...

Happy Valentine's, Friends! What surprises do you have in store for your little ones?

Ten on Tuesday.

1. Letting the babe go diaperless before bathtime. If you knew Alla when she was a baby, you might be thinking this one is not quite as rolly-polly. You'd be right.2. We've read Emily Brown every night since we brought it home from the library. I love it when, every few months, we happen upon a book like this, that absolutely entrances her.

3. When Alla was a baby, we napped together a lot. There were more naps together than apart, which was pretty much the case well beyond age two, and this, of course, can be attributed to how much she nursed in those first years. Fisher hasn't been a comfort-nurser from day one, and for him sleep and nursing have always been highly separate. It almost has to be this way with baby number two (and beyond, I would imagine), because you just can't ignore your firstborn for hours on end while you sleep-nurse with the baby. But it also means that, except for those early days, when it was safe to let him nap wherever he fell asleep, and sometimes, then, when I laid down right beside him, I'd pick him up and lay that newborn baby on my chest - except for then, he's always napped in his crib, not with me.

4. On Sunday, he decided to throw his lovey out of his crib repeatedly, instead of actually sleeping, so after more than an hour of this, we decided to throw in the towel on an afternoon nap for that day. Rare for this baby. But, I was treated to a sleeping babe at my side after he finished nursing, and I would have left him there to get at least a little rest. But, of course, when you have a big sister, she comes in and squeals at you and you wake up a wee bit disgruntled and out of sorts.

5. The last I see of her on nights when it's Daddy's turn to take her to bed: head on his shoulder, Laila in hand. 5. The kid loves to brush his teeth. Or chew on the toothbrush, I should say. Speaking of teeth, the three oldest Killins' are off to their semi-annual dentist appointments in the morning.

6. I don't think I quite have enough pics of his baby buns-huns.

7. I just heard that postage stamps are going up again.

8. Eagerly awaiting our Adele CD from the library.

9. Eagerly awaiting news of the newest Laughrey.

10. Lastly, I leave you with this hilarious, super-quick snapshot from this morning. We're getting ready to head out the door to take Alla to preschool. I leap over the gate to go start the car, leaving both of them upstairs for a second. Alla is Valentine-ing with a black permanent marker, Fisher is vacuuming up breakfast from the floor with his fingers. I get to the garage door when I hear Alla exclaiming about something or other, so I leap back over the gate to check. She just keeps motioning about marker on a face and I don't see anything on her so I check Fisher, and sure enough, he's all markered-up. I'm pretty sure I conjured up the most shocked face I could muster because Alla immediately burst into tears. Hopefully I surprised her by grabbing my camera instead of getting angry. Poor Fisher was subjected to some pretty serious scrubbing. But we made it to school, early for a change, no worse for the wear.

He hearts pears.

You'd think that with such intense scrutiny, he'd figure out not to eat the core, but by the time I set my camera down, half of it was gone.

Love his little one-handedness.

Ten on Tuesday.

1. The best way to jazz up a can of soup (I've been relying on Campbell's Select Harvest - various chicken varieties) is to add half a diced chipotle pepper (I keep them in the freezer). Add a can of garbanzos, an extra can of broth, some peas, and, really, whatever else you have on hand - delish. Then I pop two corn tortillas into the toaster for a few minutes, eat those up with salsa and avocado (because I share an avocado with Fisher for lunch), and that's lunch!

2. Fisher's regular living room routine: crawl over to the [play] kitchen, pull out the sink and throw it on the floor, throw blender on floor. Dump all kitchen play food onto floor (this is like a hundred pieces of food). Eat that stuff for awhile. Crawl over to [kiddie] table and knock both chairs down. Toss onto floor whatever items were on said table. Go back to play food and continue eating.

3. Alla does her paintings and then says, "Gorgeous!" Indeed, my love.

4. She knows all the words to the song "Sister Suffragette" from Mary Poppins, and I must really get this on tape because not only does she change to her British accent for this, but she of course makes up her own words, which is just delightful.

5. Fisher must throw his lovey out of his crib at least three times per nap (and I must retrieve it) before he just lays down already and goes to sleep.

6. He signs "light" and "all done."

7. We had 40+ temperatures this weekend. We were practically sweating. We went out for a nice family walk to the stream, where Alla and Daddy "hiked" down the stream a ways, while Mama and Fish meandered up the hill quietly spying on little birdies. He was later entranced by an airplane.

8. The poor baby is so sheltered, I don't think he'd every really seen (or at least noticed) a bird before. Now that he's to the stage where he can and wants to notice and learn everything, it's freaking winter and we're trapped inside. A lot. His whole world consists of our house, the post office, the library, and drop-off/pick-up at Alla's preschool. There will be a lot to see in 2-3 months when we thaw out.

9. Fisher has a new hole in his gums this morning, so I'm guessing tooth number EIGHT will be arriving shortly. Boy wonder.

10. Alla is "recovering" from a bad case of impetigo, which, incidentally, she had in the same spot when she was 5 months old. Last week she curled up in her favorite spot, my rocking chair, with some baby blankets (hers from Gramma and Fisher's from Megan), and I asked her to show me her beautiful eyes. She's not hiding her "ouchie" here, she's just doing her best not to smile. Lucky for me, her eyes give her away. Mama always knows when you're smiling. And because today has already been draining and kind of exhausting already, I think it will be great fun if I go and find that 5 month picture.

Ah, yes. Here it is.

A little sunlight.

I may have mentioned the lack of light in most of our house. I'm pretty sure that, as a result, perhaps as many as 75% of our winter photographs are taken in my bedroom, on my bed. Best light in the house. Even on days when the light is harsh, you just kind of chase it around, hoping you can get it to aim right into a pair of "coffee eyes," as Alla says. Winter memories are made here. Our first year in Minnesota, Alla still in diapers, still napping on my bed. We'd sometimes spend the rest of the afternoon there, sometimes still in jammies, sometimes making videos of new songs she'd learned: Twinkle and ABC Song with sign language.

Last year, she was napping in her big girl bed while we waited for Pondegore to arrive. She napped and I napped, trying to position myself on the bed so that as much of my body as possible could be warmed by the sun. And then, when she woke, spending the rest of the afternoon there.

We still sometimes spend the rest of the afternoon there. Or, at least until you can no longer contain a ten-month-old on a bed.
Oh, and sometimes we call him Bozo, because, really, look at that hair.