Boy in a __________

Weeee!

Sand, Sticks, and Kittens

Kisses, Tina, and a Blue Rag

Which is More Frightening?

What would terrify a one-year-old more; a plush rocking horse, or getting merged into by an eighteen-wheeler? If you picked the plush rocking horse, you'd be correct. On night 1 of our vacation last month we stayed with one of Jami's very favorite people in the world (and her family, thanks, Harrows). There was a plush rocking horse in the living room which Rhus began eyeballing with a certain degree of suspicion. Thinking I was clever, I went over to it and began to pet it. Then I grabbed the handle and had it leap at me, while I hollered. Rhus freaked out. It took him about three minutes to stop shaking. The next day, on I-25 on our way to Aurora to visit another friend, an eighteen-wheeler merged into us, not once but twice.  He hit my door, I tried to get away, and then he hit our rear wheel and spun us ninety degrees to the left as he finally started braking. Rhus looked mildly interested, and then spent the next fifteen minutes waving at cars from the side of the highway.

In Silsbee and on the Beach

Double Fisting Mandarin Oranges

Crying in the Garden

Rhus in Yellow

Drinking from a Cup

Red Cheeks

Toad

Buddies

Nopal

Yum

Davis Mountains

On the Floor

Hello

He's a talker.

Sheepish

Little R at Tierra Wools in Ojo, New Mexico this morning. I want a bed like that.

Looky Loo?

I love these deeply skeptical looks. I get them all the time, but it's nice to know other people get them as well, not just me.

Or maybe he knew that I'd be the first one to see the picture. Man he's smart