Just got back from a walk to the playground. Good clean fun. I rode on the roller slide with TJ and slid about 200 miles an hour down it, surprised I didn't go airborne! I highly recommend it to all.
The entire walk and back, TJ demanded I hand him dandelions so he could do "Mama had a baby and her head popped off!" I complied, because, really, I understand the appeal of that. He judges the length of the stems, "this one is so short" or "this one is really long." Then pop the head off. Then demand another one or two or three. Once he asked for three, but I gave him two. "I said three!" he tells me. Bossy little thing.
We found an abandoned Garden Gnome which now resides in our yard, per his request.
I am watching him eat ziti. He just put about eight in his mouth at once. Which reminds me, true love is letting someone spit their half chewed food into your hand. And also kissing someone and not minding if you accidentally kiss a booga. Is that how you spell booga? Euw. But like I said, true love.
On the way back from our walk, we were crossing at the busy intersection and I hear someone yelling "HEY, HEY!" and a lady runs across the road to hand me the yellow and blue star blanket and the green elephant that fell out of the stroller. Oh, so very nice of her! Good thing the gnome didn't fall out, I may have had a hard time explaining that one.