Having fun

The morning after our ride on the Polar Express, I spent some time alone with E. Because he's an early riser, I tried to get him out of the condo before he woke everyone up - probably quite unsuccessfully. Especially after Mandy gave him a bath in the huge whirlpool tub in our bathroom, where I could hear the splashing from across the condo.

We drove back into Branson and found a Shoney's for breakfast. He proceeded to destroy the breakfast bar, and then the bathroom too, where we left them a present that my tip did not do justice to. He fell asleep on the way back, and while Mandy and company went out for breakfast, I stayed at the condo and waited for him to get up from his nap.

He's getting to be a busy little guy, and likes to play. Once he got up we stretched out on the fold-out couch, and he had a ball just playing in the sheets and hopping on pop. He's getting pretty fast these days, and still pictures are getting harder to come by.

To paraphrase the quote, "good judgement comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgement." He's apparently had some of both, because he now rushes right up to the edge of the bed and stops rather than kamikaze-ing right over without even pausing.

Trying to grab the wipes from me. We went through quite a few of these this morning (you're welcome, Mandy)

Charging at me from across the bed. Chasing dad is serious business.

Making faces at Dad

Looking like the angel he isn't.