We have a HUGE red wall in our living room that I've been about to put pictures on for three years now.  I was just waiting for 3M to invent those nifty adhesive picture hangers.  We get a buck every time you click on that, by the way.  It took me HOURS because I got all Martha Stewart with a laser level on it.  Each frame is exactly 5 inches from its neighbors.  It's a good thing.  

As you can see if you'd put your dang glasses on, half the pictures are of The Elliott because we take pictures of nothing else.  Present Day Elliott was pretty fascinated by himself.  He spent long minutes (also known as toddler hours) staring at himself admiringly, thus proving for the millionth time that we're related.  

Speaking of pictures, we have new pics of Ewan for those of you who'd like to see what happens to Sarah's genes when not influenced by my genes.  He really is quite cute.

 

 

 

The Elliott was sick most of the week with a high fever and a nasty cough.  The illness coincided with a sudden change in eating habits.  Up until very recently, we could be assured that pretty much anything we put within arms reach would end up at least in his mouth, if not his stomach.  Now, especially with the addition of "no" to his vocabulary, he regularly makes us think about what we're going to feed him.  I guess we really will have to get that dog now to keep the floor clear of scraps.

But one fruit has risen above the partisan nature of his current food moods; the blessed "nana." I suspect he likes it especially because he can actually ask for it by name.  Nothing I like better than a specific request.  

One drawback: the high potassium content of nanas acts as a thickening agent once it hits the tail end of the Journey Through Ernie, often with explosive results.

We have a deal worked out, though.  Blow up at school and you can have all the bananas you can savage.  

Besides, how could you deny this?