Memorial Day

As most folks know, the holiday driving season often brings automobile accidents. As a reminder to all our readers of how important it is to wear your safety belt, Reid ran me over with his gigantic collapsible indoor car.



The two car accident led to this pause where we mimicked accident victims before collapsing into hysterical laughter as K snapped pictures.

Despite this performance, we let Reid behind the wheel again when he received a non-collapsible outdoor car by Little Tykes from my mom. Reid took to the road like an expert, shredding up the turf of my sister's lawn in Laurel before his sensible cousin Giavanna explained that he needed to cool it.



Gia, Reid and Gia's brother Anthony had a nice time at the picnic, which was the benefactor of nice weather and delicious food. We ate like ancient Greeks and then lolled about in a hammock.



In a surprising demonstration of brute strength, my mom scooped Reid up like he was a doll and gave him a little grandparently love.



You'll notice I haven't mentioned the whole potty training thing much. Yeah. About that. We're not really doing anything. Reid made water, as they say, twice in the potty, but it appeared to be a fluke. He has since abandoned all interest in the potty, and it sits, neglected, in an unfortunate corner of our hallway near the bathroom.

It's okay, though, Reid isn't even two yet. Once we stop talking about his age in months, maybe we can have a rapprochment with the little green and yellow pissoir.

We're heading to the beach soon, and will surely have a pile of sandy pictures of Reid, though hopefully nothing as unattractive as this little getup. See you later.