Spring in the Park

Eh, that's a cheesy title, but I'm tired. And I want to go watch "Chuck," although this third season really is not my favorite. 

And it's not really even spring yet. It's still winter. 

I know better than to blog when I'm tired. I get distracted in a big way. I'm going to try to hold it together for this post. 

Gosh, I love this kid.

And this one too.

Jude, "I feel like a monkey at the zoo..."

"Mom, will these things break?"

As soon as I saw these bowl thingies, I thought, "Man, he is gonna LOVE this!"

Nope. He didn't love it. At all. He wouldn't do it.

Quick family meeting. She'll do it.

Ahhhh, nope. She won't either.

Pondering the unconquerable bowls.

This is what happens when you won't pose with your mother. She makes embarrassing faces.

You can't see it,  but the words "You Are Beautiful" are on the side of the building.

By the way, I love this kid too.

Okay, that kid in the Thomas shirt rode up on his Thomas scooter in his Thomas helmet and reminded me of the kid in the movie "Up." I seriously wanted to take him home. He was that stinking cute.

Can I tell you how much I wanted to move that building a couple of inches to the left so this picture would be completely symmetrical? It's killing me.

He fought the pavement and the pavement won. On his cheek. That's why he's holding his cheek.

Can I tell you how much this made me laugh? Why does the pile have to be steaming? Oh. My.

He scootered all over that park.

Refusing to show the wound.

The day ended well.