The adorable song is by Sandra Boynton, from Philadelphia Chickens.
This barely qualifies for an ‘Archive’ post, but I ran across this video on my phone and had to share.
Granddad gave B a (green) Razor Scooter for his fifth birthday (along with a full set of pads, given B’s genetic heritage). There were a few crashes and false starts, but he got things worked out pretty quickly:
Those matchbox cars and carrying case were a gift from Mr’s amazing Aunt Julie (who also gave us a set of musical instruments for his second birthday). I’m not sure who liked them better – B or his dad!
As Sophia Petrillo would say, “Picture It”:
Our living room, 10:30 pm. Mr is reclining on the couch, headphones on, listening to an Ayn Rand book or some philosophy text by some important dude whose name I can’t remember (or maybe AC/DC – all three are equally possible, which is another reason why I love this man).
I am returning from having two drinks (Allagash White) with a friend in the neighborhood. I limp in, totally-reasonable-and-not-at-all-too-platformy sandals in hand. My right knee and left foot may or may not be bleeding profusely.