Tricky

Sometimes AJ is happy in the morning, sometimes he's cranky. Sometimes he is just full of the dickens, which is what he was this particular morning. Can you see it?

Where in the world are my pictures?

I should say, where in THIS MAC are my pictures? Hang on... I'm hot on their trail.

Meanwhile, a short update:

We went to the IL Railway museum today. BIG FUN! We will be going back. AJ's IL fans should plan a trip out there is you like old stuff, trains, the country, or history of any kind. My kind of day.

I found them! Phew. Blogger seems to work differently than on a PC, so I can't figure out how to order them properly. I hear my little engineer now, so I have to leave them as is and let you enjoy our day, too!

As soon as the train moved, AJ fell asleep. Snored and everything!

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As I walk out to the car on Friday morning, I see a dead bird on the lawn. I hate it when nature dies- whether it is by natural causes or otherwise. It really brings me down. I make Mike go over and take a look and he says, "Yup. Dead."

I get into the car and feel real bad for this bird and a little bad for myself because I do not relish the idea of cleaning up a dead bird when I arrive home. I thought about that bird all day. As I pull up I see that it is indeed, still there and I feel even worse because it looks so peaceful sitting there, like it had just sat down to take a rest after flying around chirping all day and just up and died. Its head was sort of cocked at an odd angle- expected after death I suppose.

Mom and Dad came over after school to give me hand with AJ and I mentioned it to Dad- the dead critter getter in the family. He says he will take a look later. Mom and AJ head to the park and I get some work done in peace and quiet. I mention to Dad that he better get that bird before it gets any riper.

My mother brings AJ in and says to me, "Is THIS your Dead bird?"

It turned out to be some decoration bird. Not dead, never alive! I swear that bird looked dead to me. I thought about that bird all day. Now I just feel stupid. I swear it looked real. And really dead.

Father and Son Fun

Mike and AJ having fun.

Ick

How was your commute? Mine stunk. Literally.

Squeaky Clean

AJ has a serious artistic streak these days. He even adds texture to his creations by tapping the crayons on the paper. He is gifted. He draws in the tub, too. He was very busy creating a masterpiece this evening until his orange ran out.