Yesterday we went on a day trip to see Thomas the Tank Engine. Yes, we road tripped three hours each way with a 1-year-old and a 3-year-old to see a damn train because we're totally nuts.
Holden was happy to get out and run around at our halfway point. He is not the type that likes to be inactive and restrained.
I love wind turbines. I always have to take a picture of them. They are powerful and majestic do-gooders full of energy. Maybe my perfect man is actually a wind turbine, come to think of it.
Brandon was all smiles once we got there.
But then, he got two bee stings. You can see them here - one on the right of his mouth and one on his chin. He was a damn champion though - he only cried for a minute - much less than either Steve or I would have (at his age or today).
We got him a giant balloon, which made him feel much better.
The balloon has followed him everywhere since: we even tied it to his headboard last night.
And Holden got a pennant, never one to be left out.