~ Muddy Boots ~

Before our first meal together was even half way through, Liam was already asking if he could get out his bike to show Papa and Nana how he could ride a two-wheeler.

(at least there were no jazz hands)

Annnndreeeeeew! Come ba-a-a-a-ack!

BEFORE

AFTER
(luckily there is no scraped knee that a kiss and cuddle from Nana can't fix)

I love the shot on the left, even though it's blurry

Sometime Tuesday, while driving around, we must have passed a traffic cop, or at any rate a police officer who was directing traffic. 

Almost unnoticed by most, it clearly made an impression on Simon. Later that day while shopping for flowers to brighten up our guest room for Nana, I noticed him acting rather peculiar (read: stranger than normal).

What he as doing was standing in the store aisles, with his hand shoved in his mouth, screaming. A high-pitched, shrill scream. Then he would hold out both arms, palms facing towards the oncoming shoppers and their carts. When they got closer he would wave them through.

At first I was a bit confused, wondering whattheheckisthatnoise, but when I realized what he was doing it was impossible not to laugh.

Less funny was him running into the middle of our street and blowing his "whistle" at REAL uncoming cars.