I like tattoos. I have four. Whoops! Make that five:
I was surprised to see that I didn’t blog getting Gus’s name on the other arm, which happened earlier, both absolutely and relative to the age of the infant in question. Dang, I look tired in this picture.
That’s because Gus was less than two weeks old when he first visited the tattoo shop:
Fun for the whole family.
Anyway, Happy Father’s Day. To me, especially. I have great kids.
“Dada, let’s look for worms to put around here” [indicating the steering shaft of his tricycle].
“No, silly, worms don’t belong around your handlebars! Have you ever seen a worm riding a bicycle?”
[without a pause] “Yes. When I was driving home, I saw a worm riding a bicycle.” [pause] “Silly worm!”
The Gus is getting entirety too fast on his feet.
Ah, bliss:
There are a couple of little things left to do, but witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational play structure.
There’s a telescope:
And a steering wheel:
And a rock wall:
And a picnic table, for the eating of popsicles:
Bonus non-play structure pictures: Sam is experimenting with solid food.
