I asked him to run toward me like a gibbon (since he is a little monkey). He started off brightly, but faltered there at the end.

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A hat he got from real firemen when he got to drive the fire truck at the grocery store.

The firefighters around here are super cool (I suspect they are like that most places). Whenever we see them at the store or about town, they are always willing and enthusiastic about showing the kids around. They carry a stock of coloring books, stickers, hats, and stuff for the kids with them pretty much at all times and always let the climb around on the trucks. I am constantly impressed and amazed at both how approachable and approaching they are.

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Feeding ducks at the park has to be the most fun you could possibly have for $0.60.

Incidentally, on this trip to the park on Monday, he posed his first real inquiry. He looked at me with all earnest in his eyes and asked, "Daddy, ... do ducks have teeth?"
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Nice hat!

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The header has always said, "... and other, miscellaneous subjects on my mind late at night." Well, here is one of those other things. No, not the first picture ever taken of Andrew, but the first picture ever taken of Junior 2.0. That's right, Liz had an ultrasound on Tuesday and it looks like we're going to have a slug. Hey, Andrew was a gecko before he was born.

(I promise more pics next week. We've been a little busy around here lately.)
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He loves to help sweep and clean up. How long can we keep this up?
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Chasing his cars down the driveway.

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Last pics from the Fourth. The best part of the whole thing was that Andrew finally played with someone else ... he didn't know ... voluntarily ... and had fun. Here are the photos to prove it. You can actually see him smile, too!
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Still at the Fourth on the Brazos. I have no idea what this expression is, but he does it all the time.
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Happy Independence Day! What's more appropriate than eating funnel cake?
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He's still obsessed with bridges. Notice fine attention to architectural details in his creation. You just don't see many three-legged bridges around these days.
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Our little sous chef; an expert in all things chocolate.

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The new reading nook. His tent in our living room.

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More bedtime dancing.

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Dancing with Hoppy before bedtime.

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A pirate, a pirate, a pirate says, "Arr."

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Last of the sprinkler fun.

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More sprinkler fun.
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A leaf mask. Peek-a-boo!
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As some of you know, today Andrew showed me that he is ready for his professional soccer career to start. Heading the ball should be no problem.

After church every week, Andrew and Ashlyn (a little girl about 4 months older than he) chase each other around the nursery while her parents and I discuss highly theological matters, namely, what we're going to have for lunch. Today turned into something al little different, though.

The two of them started chasing each other as normal and, just as we had decided on Pei Wei for lunch, we heard what sounded like a gun-shot from over where the kids were playing. After about a half-second delay, I heard Andrew shriek. Apparently, while chasing Ashlyn, he tripped over the welcome mat but the entrance to the nursery at which point he fell, head first, into the door. The gun-shot sound was his head hitting the door and breaking the solid glass panel. It didn't shatter, but it did spiderweb about one-third of the way up the door. I'm going to try to get some pictures of it tomorrow.

In our church, the nursery is pretty well segregated from the rest of the building. There are two doors leading into it; one from the hallway by the classrooms and one from the outside (the one he broke). After the noise and the child screaming, everyone within hearing distance knew that something was wrong in the nursery. So we had about half the church either in the nursery hallway or just outside the door, trying to see what was going on and trying to console my poor little boy. One heck of a way to gain celebrity.

We checked him out; he seemed OK. We soothed him down some. He cried for a few minutes, but quieted down surprisingly quickly. Within about ten minutes or so he wanted to chase Ashlyn again. We swiftly nixed that idea.

Later, after lunch, he was recounting the incident to me as I was putting him in the car and he said, "I bonked my head at church. I cried and screamed." I quickly assured him that whenever he hits his head that hard, he is more than welcome to cry and scream as much as he wants. It seems that he will emerge from this relatively unscathed, save the knot on his forehead in this picture (just ignore the chocolate-milk-mouth). We're just concerned that the day care will start to question us. We seem to sent him to school with bumps and bruises on his head quite a bit. He is all boy, remember.

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