Same Jacket, Different Day

This is our usual weekday morning routine- we walk out the front door, Tomas holding either a car or a train (this morning it was a red car), and he proceeds down the stairs by himself. When he reaches the bottom he takes off running and I end up chasing him around the car a few times. Once caught I throw him into his seat, buckle him up, and off we go.

Look At My Train

Lunch

Raspberries

Not Chocolate on My Face

Tomas fell (at home) and hit his mouth and still has the scab to show for it.

In other news, I just hit shuffle in iTunes and these are the next ten songs:

Missing- Everything but the Girl

Innocence- Kirsty MacColl

The Last Dance- Frank Sinatra

Kissing the Lipless- The Shins

Junkie Slip- The Clash

Ask- The Smiths

Empty Cans- The Streets

Show me to the top- World Party

Southern Accents- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers

Drain You- Nirvana

Also, three movies arrived from Netflix today: Brick, Kinky Boots and Friends with Money. Finally, I've got two books going: Jane and Prudence by Barbara Pym and The Book of Fate by Brad Meltzer.

It's 10:30, Tomas is asleep, Brian is busy working and since I don't work tomorrow I think I'm going to start a movie. Good night.

Sorry this isn't formatted better- can't quite seem to get it to look the way I want it to.

D'oh!

Climbing the Wall

Climbing Up and Over

At Play

Feeling Breezy

Weather is getting cooler, windows come down, hand goes out the window.

It Says What?

Over the weekend Tomas went to a birthday party for a 1 year old and this was one of the "treats" we found in his party favor bag. Lovely people, but "Yikes!"

Saturday, In the Park

I Do Eat Muffins

Somewhere in Kentucky

I Don't Eat Eggs

Wheels