Wrong Side of the Fence

Eamon can't wait to be two and a half and move up to the next room at daycare. Mainly because he gets to go to the big kids playground. With the scooters, and bikes, and slides, and....

No one has told him he'll have to give up the motorcycle. Growing up is hard.



(For those of you elsewhere, I have to rub it in and note that these pictures are from early March. We had a warmish, dry, and somewhat windy March.)

I'm going hiking...

A couple of weekends ago Alli and I took E for a hike (Ray was at work). He was so excited to hike, and he did do some of the flats (at toddler speed). The hike ended by NCAR, which has some perfect climbing boulders.



E was so excited to hike, I don't think he realized how much fun climbing was. Yet, he did.

(Ray, Alli, and Jana took E again last weekend. He hiked even more, and has the busted up knee to prove it. JUST enough to qualify for a bandaid, probably for the next year or so, please.)

Boxed In

More from the land of packaging-based child entertainment.


Explain again why we need toys?