We returned to the Chicago Botanical Gardens to enjoy the Polar Express.
It's amazing how much a child can grow in a year.
And as they grow, their appreciation for all things grows, too.
We'd all be better off, if our sense of wonder continued to grow.
We saw three deer in our yard.
Grampa and Nolan are keeping watch in case they come back.
The boys are kicking back.
Andrew and Piggie take their time moving in the morning.
Andrew reads a book to Nathan and Nolan.
He's a very good reader.
And captivates his audience with the most exciting parts.
Even if he doesn't have an audience,
he's often lost in a book.
His father was rarely without one,
even at this age.
We would go to restaurants and when he finished
he would open his book and start to read,
while the adults talked on and on.
I don't think he still does that.
But now he has an iPhone.
Happy New Year!
The boys went to bed before the New Year arrived.
Megan, expecting, went to bed when the New Year arrived in New York.
The rest stayed up until it arrived in Chicago (or the wine ran out.)
Boys never outgrow their toys.
It's not high-tech, but it's fun.
Grampa's helper is working with his tools,
while the card games carry on over his head.
As a child, I remember hearing, "The fifth player has to get under the table."
Now, I understand it.
A left-handed version of violin playing.
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