Honestly, most of the time he's quite smart. He has a huge vocabulary. He knows yellow is a good answer to "What color is that?", although he's usually wrong, colorwise. He knows that if there's more than one of something, then "2" is a good guess. But today...
The best part, which you can't hear over Ellie setting the table, is that everytime he ran into something, he'd giggle. That must have messed up his sense of direction, because then he'd run right into the same thing.
"Rowan" got a new basketball hoop that's just his size. Conor just can't understand why we don't want him to dunk or play one of his imaginary games on it.
Although Conor still insists Rowan is saying "My turn Ca-co", he's really saying "Made it, Ca-co". (Ca-co would be Conor).
You know Tuesday means gymnastics pictures. This is one gymnastics move that always eluded me. I just love watching it!
The always necessary chalking of the hands.
Rowan spends a good portion of the day sprawled on the floor. Usually with a wheeled toy, sometimes with a book. Tile, carpet, it doesn't matter.
So, uh, anybody going to the farm? There's more, you know. They're just on another stack.
