First, he played on his new foam tiles. They're a great place to play, but the first time he got on them, they were new and strange and different.
Oh, and another new thing, he likes kicking his feet over the side of the landing above the stairs, just relaxing and watching the world go by.
Then it was back home to warm up. He kicked back on his recliner and then chased Havana around. It was basically a normal day.
Then IT happened.
December 31, 2007 will be burned into his memory as the day that his mom said he wasn't allowed to eat crayons.
But in the end, she cuddled him with his blanket and made everything all right.
(In other news, his Mommy and Daddy had a very nice and quiet anniversary. We even made it up to New York New Year's.)
(Good God, we're old.)
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