We're in the midst of a loooong week here, and Ro is blissfully (and filthily) asleep, having crashed out way way early on an evening stroll. Of course, he went to bed without having much in the way of an evening meal (except for about two mini loaves of pumpkin bread, which he calls bop and inexplicably devours at every opportunity). He is also, as mentioned previously, utterly filty, having taken a faceplant at the park earlier.We have been taking full advantage of the beautiful 90 degree weather as of late. Okay, so that's a lie--I have seen a lot of fluorescently-lit cubeage this past week and Merc has logged more library time than the librarians themselves, but we have been enjoying the gloriousness nonetheless. How can you not enjoy a front porch scene like this one? They look fake, but I swear they're not concrete gargoyles--they're awaiting a wormy treat from mum.
On the flipside, pollen season is in full effect. I hosed down said porch a couple days ago and it is green again. The cars are green. The cats are pollen-coated. Ro is runny-nosed and perpetually dusted with pollen (among other things). Plus the house is in need of some major repairage--an ill-pitched gutter has wrought roofing destruction. 
Ro, as always, is up to all kinds of rasciality. Most of his words fall into one of several categories: animals and their respective noises, items of clothing, and abstract concepts. He is pretty adept at using hi and bye properly.
However, he is not quite so adept at giving kisses that do not hurt. We're workin on it. 
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Wow! He's no baby anymore! He's a very short man!
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