
Notice he found a leaf. He likes them and pine cones from around the block.
There is a pile of leaves in the back yard currently. We don’t have any tree but Frank. So I have to go around the block and get some from Mrs. Funetti’s large Maple. Some for the shrubs and roses, and some to jump in. I have a video of this that I will probably post next week.

There was a small Maple growing behind the shed. Grandpa planted it in with the Morning Glories in the trellis. Nicco named him Frank. He seems like a friendly tree…

Nicco doesn’t look too happy to take on passengers. Laura is smooshing him into the wall of the car. And there’s only one door. “Help me.” “Hellllp meeee!”

They’re not fighting over the same car. Then they race.




What a race!

Nicco had “Daddy time” by jumping all over me. Then he beats me. He usually only beats me by suggestion. Most of the time he’ll sit there and watch Noggin. I really don’t mind so much. He still weighs less than 40 pounds.

Of course we had to stop and check out all the trains outside as we left. He has the Thomas the Tank Engine DVDs, sheets for the bed, train set and tracks, and a bigger engine that puffs smoke. If he had his way, he would probably have a large Thomas that you ride around the house. That would keep him busy for a while…

We already took him on the 1/2 hour train ride. Actually it’s 15 minutes out and 15 minutes back. Which if you take into account the 5 or so minutes spent moving from the station to the main line, you don’t spend much time actually moving.
He was ok on the train so we decided to try the 45 minute trolley ride. This includes a mile long tunnel where they go at top speed. He loved it. The ride went from SteamTown all the way to the local AA baseball field on the far side of Scranton. I recommend the ride. It was cheaper than the train ride.

They just got done with a yawning fest. Actually, Laura is still yawning. Could be the bright sun. They like to be pulled around the block. Grampa cut a piece of thick carpet and made a cushioned floor for them to sit on.

What better than cookies after a swim? It’s better than before, I supppose.