laughing (most of) the way

Hank keeps a pretend green plastic camera in the stroller, where he spends large chunks of time every day - taking the neighborhood kids to school, running to an audition with me, dropping things off at the post office. If we can walk, we do. And if he can photograph something, he does.

Today we walked past a funeral home, and he wanted pictures of the triangle stained glass. Last week it was a metal dinosaur sculpture in someone's yard.

After pictures, he explained that Celia's body burned to ashes there (not quite accurate) and then asked when she would come out of mine heart (where we talk about her "living") to visit him again.

A few other things about Hank, before I forget:

At almost every meal he unfolds his napkin, four quarters into one large square, and puts his plate on top, calling it a place napkin.
And then he invariably asks whether I'm going to wash his shirt, right before he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.

This morning we were in the basement together for a few minutes, where the television is, and he wondered Are you watching the rain forrest?
It was the weather forecast.

On the couch, he looked out through the side window and declared It’s a winter day again! I’m going to have to blanket myself up! 

He's in the habit, when his nap is over, to ask What color are mine eyes? I always say Your eyes are brown, like mine and daddy's. Yesterday he said Yes, but I have green hair, like the trees!

He still calls bananas boo annas, and can hardly say I love you mom, without following it up with you’re fabulous. {this is, for obvious reasons, MY FAVORITE}

He took a break from making muffins for new neighbors this afternoon, and held the bear made from Celia's holiday jammies. He calls it Celia Bear.

Walking to pick up Tolliver from school this afternoon, he sang Jingle Bells at the top of his lungs approximately sixteen times in a row.

Oh what fun it is to listen to him!