The previous Saturday, Jenn took him to Candy's house (Candy is a tech up at Village where Jenn works) and he played with her and her four grandkids. She said he was the best kid for her.
I've been trying to find new things to do with him at home, and I wasn't sure if he'd be interested in climbing in the box, but this turned out to entertain him for about 30 minutes. It was kind of funny because for months we've pointed to his diaper boxes and said, "Baby on a box!" This time it was, "Baby in a box!"
Another funny story, on Monday when we arrived home in the evening, Lincoln was a live wire. He started playing in the pantry, picking things up and moving them around, and Jenn looked at him when he had two objects in his hand. She said, "That's garlic and onion." He repeated, "Ga-lic... Onnnyin." And then he said it again, and again, and again for quite a while.
We keep getting dumped on as far as the snowing goes. Dad's snowblower has been ejoying Camp Ryan's Driveway for the week. I'm really going to have to get one of those before next winter!
(I apologize for the photo quality in the last post. I tried using an image compressor to save space in my online photo account, but they turned out really splotchy. It won't happen again.)