Day with Woods

Today, it was easy to use words like 'over, under, above, below and through'. Woods tried to scale everything---the sectional (from the back!), the outside of the stair landing, the hearth. He easily climbed into Svan chair and enjoyed surveying himself in the mirror from his perch. He climbed into the space beneath the old wrought iron table in the living room. His companion, if you look at the photo closely, is a bronze dog
which belonged to his great, great grandmother Gambrell; it sat on the secretary desk top. And, bonus, he discovered the casting hole on its underside.

We went for a walk this morning and he enjoyed stomping on the manhole cover in the sidewalk, and collecting acorns with caps. He was rapt with attention watching a bee search for nectar from drooping flowers. Swing time was a hit, as always, and he was quite pleased that the sprinkler drenched us both. 'Again!' He has quit asking for the hammock, and I cannot wait until this heat breaks and it can be hung again.

Crazy as it sounds as it is over one hundred degrees in September, I tried his new tomato red / charcoal coat on him. The fit is great, and he seemed to like it with the hood up. I quickly removed it, and as we headed out the door to play he called out 'little bit, jacket'.

He asked for the train hats just before nap time, and we had an extra long journey down the tracks and through the dark hall and bath tunnels. Love how he pumps his arm as we chug along.

Fun, fun day.