Napping in the Car

Both my boys took a nap on the way home from Phoenix. They look even more alike when they sleep. And yes, I did take this photo while driving; my eyes were on the road the entire time.

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Aunt Leah!

Aunt Leah is in town and she stopped by today. I purposefully didn't mention her to Jameson, to see if he would remember her. He seemed to remember that she is fun to play with, but the name stumped him at first. She kept trying to get him to say it, and he acted shy. I turned on the camera while she is holding him, saying she won't let him down until he says 'Aunt Leah'. It's very, very faint, but at the end, she says "but I love you" and he responds "I love you too" while he throws his arms around her. Awww....

Watching them squirm and play reminded me of some pictures I took when Jameson was itty bitty. There is another one that is just perfect, but I can't find it. Leah was holding this tiny, crying baby to her chest while he struggles and pushes his butt up in the air. If I can find it on my back-up harddrive, I'll post it later.

I Tickle You!

Jameson wants to tickle me but can't reach, so he's tickling the window!

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Fixing Daddy's Car

The battery is dead, so Grandpa came over to see if it can take a charge. Jameson loves to help with the tools!

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So Bad and So Good

Jameson spent the morning with the neighbor girl, who is a year older than him but considerably smaller. They're getting better at playing together, but Jameson still gets a little too rough sometimes. They were 'jackhammering' all around his room with a toy hammer and a toy ax, and then Jameson decided that his hammer is now a regular hammer, and hit Sarah in the arm with it.

She started to cry, and Jameson thought it was funny at first. I held Sarah and ignored Jameson so that he wouldn't be rewarded with attention, figuring I would scold him later. Then I feel Jameson come up and hug Sarah and me, saying "It's okay, I'm sorry." She kept crying, and he hugged us again, then ran off to the living room. Sarah walked to follow him, and he showed up with a kleenex, which he used to wipe her tears! And he said sorry again!

How can this little boy be so mean sometimes, and then become so sweet?

Bus!

We're taking a bus trip downtown. Jameson is enthralled.

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Cousins

Trains, a bubble whistle and candy. A fun afternoon.

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