Spring Fever...

Even though it's only early February and of course that damn ground hog most likely condemned us to six more weeks of winter (could someone explain to me why we blame this on a chubby rodent?), it has been unseasonably fabulous out, so Ethan and I have been taking advantage with lots of walks and visits to the park.

I am feeling a serious lack of narrative finesse these days, so I will simply share some pictures of the cute one and call it a night.

ready for his close up...

On our walk today; hard to believe this is the same path I used to take for walks when he was a newborn in his stroller.

Now he runs...

and laughs...

Why is my child drawn to the ghetto-mobiles at the local park? This would so not pass inspection...

Please note the steering wheel, on the ground.

Realizing he can't drive the red steering wheel-less car, he seeks out this hot pink number. Sadly, it too is sans steering wheel. Clearly the park is experiencing a rash of steering wheel vandalism and theft.

Ethan points out a real car driving by. I bet that one has a steering wheel, mama...

Ethan moments before coming down the tube slide on his tummy...

Ethan, moments after coming down the tube slide on his tummy. Loved the slide; was not such a fan of the face plant he took at the end of the ride. Little man got a mouth and nose full of grainy wet sand and gravel, and considering he's a picky eater (and he prefers his nostrils gravel-free, go figure), he was NOT pleased. This picture was taken after Mama attempted to de-gravel him to the best of her ability. It only pissed him off more. Shocking, I know...

All better, and back on that damn hoopty (he has managed to replace the steering wheel, the mechanical genius)...

This ride needs no steering wheel....this is Ethan, mid-"WEEEEEE"