Grandad was Here

How can we tell? From the many "tools" and pieces of "equipment" that have appeared, like mushrooms, in the house. Grandad, we love you very much and you are a huge sucker. Meanwhile, I'm working on some stuff to get to my diss. advisor, so this will have to be just a teaser. This was some of our trip to the Museum of Flight. I think Sam is ready for flight school, oui?

"BYEEE"

Rare photographic evidence of Mama.

Playing with buttons in the Amelia Earhart exhibit.

"RUN AWAY!!"

One of the best features of the flight museum is its wide, open spaces. Key to exhausting a toddler.

Huh.

Wow. I sounded cranky and defensive in that last post. Again, I blame allergy meds. I'm better now, and I do care for you all, so I'll be a little peppier.
Promise.

Eat a Peep

Well, it's Easter. Or Bunny Day, as we like to call it. Charlie was the one who bothered to get the camera this time. I was whacked out on allergy medication and my sum total attitude was "whatever." These are in no particular order. I used to be able to rearrange images in Blogger on my computer, but I can't now. I don't know why and I've got better things to do, so hopefully you all will learn to live with the pain.

(I'm still taking the allergy meds, by the way.)

Rearranging Easter grass-- which sounds a lot like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic, but significantly less grim.

"DADDY! GIVE ME CANDY!!"
But what he really wants is animal crackers.

Seriously. He's only moderately into candy.

"What is this sight I behold...for ME?"

After emptying the basket, he became highly suspicious of the Easter grass.

Maybe if it was green rather than orange...

Yes, he's backing away from the grass.

Eating a Peep.

He bit the head off, kept looking at the rest of it and then handed the soggy mess to me.

This was after Charlie demonstrated that Peeps were, in fact, edible. Sam was doubtful.