a handful

Oh gosh, these boyz. And dirt.

learning to bake

with his father, a stepstool and a recipe for oatmeal cookies.

intrigued

There are very few things this boy likes more than puzzles. And neither eating nor sleeping comes even close.

happy kid

On a mountaintop today, in Central Park.

a city kind of afternoon

A train ride with Dad to meet Mama "by the clock".

A stroll down the avenue.

A captive animal or two.

A treat.

A mess.

A few rocks to climb on.

A table for three on the sidewalk.

And on his way home again.

from grama

An easter card came with a little packet of snapdragon seeds. So excited to open it, he listened intently as I read my mother's handwriting aloud. Happy spring. And then, very matter of factly, he picked up the discarded envelope, peered inside, poked around and said "No treats! No treat in there." It seems the previous day of feasting on more candy than he'd ever really known existed had left a distinct impression. (Grama, if you are reading this, he did squeal with delight at the prospect of tearing open the envelope. I think that translates into "thank you" in 2 year old language, postscript scmoshscript.)

Easter morning