I wish I was a little bit taller

The fellers and I had a long and fun-filled day today. Dada was out of town, so we whiled away the hours by 1) taking Mommy for an "exercise walk" this morning with the jogging stroller, ending up at a park to play; 2) hanging out at Nathaniel and Patrick's house for 3 hours to inspect their gigantic new CedarWorks playground; 3) going to the library and a nearby park to exhaust what little fuel their legs had left in them. I snapped some great pictures of our future NBA star at work, who, incidentally, is magnetically attracted to basketballs. All I ask, honey, is a nice little condo in Florida for your aging parents when you get drafted at 16.





While Jacob was engaged in his relentless ball-oriented pursuits, my other son, the nancy-boy future film student preferred to run screaming away from the ball, and also to experiment with my camera. He is still trying to process the fact that what he sees in the LCD on the back does not look the same if he swivels the camera around 180 degrees to shove it in my face so I can "look, mama!" He did take this picture of his own forehead, which I rather like.