I know I already posted one of these photos last week, but as I was telling Tanita in the comments, I decided the whole series of photos really has to be viewed in sequence. I took these spying on him through the sliding glass door. He kept walking up and down along the row of flowers, deliberately letting them whack him in the face. This is fun how exactly?
Now If Only She Were that Good at Keeping Track of the Library Books
The Gingerbread Man, or: The Difference Between Ages Three and Six
What We’re Up to These Days
17 Months (almost)