He had a blast… the best part is, he experimented with the remote controls for a short while, but then thoroughly familiarized himself with everything, and just began the imagination part. Ever since, he’s pushed the train cars around manually, loading them up with rock or logs, parking them on top of the bridge (very exciting), playing with the crossing guards. And we’ve reconfigured the tracks at least 6-7 times.

Probably like most all kids, he loves to pretend with any utensil, any bowl, cup, pietin or plate… We’ve made complete dining experiences out of blocks: big soup pots, bowls for everyone, teapots, coffee makers, coffee grinders, cups to drink from…

“Where are we going, Theodore?”
“No pie here at our house. Go to Grammy’s, Grammy has pie!” (And it was true, we had not unfairly boosted his expectations, we had a memorable Paonia sour-cherry pie.)

There were other pictures of smiling and shoveling and tongues sticking out to catch the snow, but this one showed how cold it was.

He raced excitedly around the house, waving it and reflecting it off the walls and his body. Then he threw it, and the game was up.

He was most amused with his tail. Noodle and Mondo, the namesakes for Beck’s cats, spent lots of time in his trick-or-treat bag (he received some candy from the neighbors, but he still doesn’t know what it IS…).
Oh, and squirrels eat grapefruits.

Kind of dark and grainy, but you get the picture. He didn’t want to help scoop out the seeds, but he definitely wanted to help with the knife…

KK is worried that I’m imparting a love of “elevation” to Theodore; he is a perspicacious climber, managing some heavily supervised bouldering up on the summit, but for the rest of the time, he was just intent on his apple, not the view. 8100 feet, 85 degrees, October 20th, last weekend before the end of Daylight Savings Time.

He knows all his letters, right-side up and upside down, upper-case and lower-case. Now we’re working on what words start with what. And why haven’t I posted very much lately? W is for Work.
