Here's the boy posing with his Jeep shortly before he rolled it off the kitchen table and one of the wheels fell off. It is still in the shop and the jury is still out on whether our mechanic can repair it. Sad.

For reasons unknown, every now and then when I'm looking for Aaron and can't find him, he is silently tucked in a ball in Daddy's spot on the couch, clutching Doggie, of course.
Since watching a motorcross on TV, Aaron insists upon wearing his hat while riding his trikes. So, he wears his hat a lot now.

A goober big brother "watching baby Adam" sit in his bouncy seat. Very exciting.
Aaron suffered from his first head injury. Its not a very exciting or manly story either. Basically, he ran into the corner of the wall. Daddy patched him up and within a few days he had healed and will likely show no evidence of his generalized clumsiness. Everyone that comes over to our house gets a dramatic reenactment of the event. He loves to show the spot on the wall and point to his forehead.



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