We've been spending a lot of time with Legos lately. Little Guy works diligently for a few minutes, collecting and stacking, and then holds up his creation for me to see. "Wook, Mama, a pwane." Or...a fwoat, or...a carrrr, or...Jeshus-on-a-cwoss. I guess there's no limit to what they can be.
I love our neighborhood at night.
His feet hovered about two inches off the ground the whole time we were there.
The greenhouse temps meant Buddy Boy could actually emerge, at least partially, from the snowsuit he wears everywhere these days! Freedom!