Rainy Days

Coming from Nevada, I have always loved the rain.  All day drizzles, not so much, but full out thunderstorms with lots and lots of lightning. :)  I remember when I was little, a weird, really low street corner by my house would fill up with water and we would practically go swimming in it. But rainy days, like snowy days, are much, much different with a toddler.  The incessant "outside, outside, outside, outside....?" or "walk, walk, walk, walk?"  are driving me a bit crazy. :)  But, luckily, I have a rain cover for the stroller, so as long as I don't mind getting wet, we can get out for a bit.  

• These rainy days have led to lots of crafts which have mainly resulted in a very happy baby and a very disastrous mess.  
• Ryley and I are making some headway in training for our half marathon, and can run a little bit further up the gigantic hill we live on every day.  
• Ryley is really enjoying his research internship at the VA hospital where he is studying ectopic fat deposition in the skeletal muscles and livers of mice, and how this is associated with diet, disease and aging.  I am a little bit jealous that he is working in a lab, but then again, he is cutting up mice all day while I am playing with play dough and eating chocolate. :)  
• Saturday it was finally sunny, so we went to the park to BBQ and feed the ducks.  While we were barbecuing, Logan filled his diaper.  So, I took him into some trees and changed him.  Much to my surprise, his poop was very shiny.  Upon closer inspection I discovered 5 pieces from my Italian charm bracelet.  My son pooped out half of my Italian charm bracelet.  We are still looking for the other half.  

The aftermath of our paper mache adventure.
That balloon was covered in several layers of flour/water
soaked newspaper goo, but as soon as we were finished
(and I turned around)
Logan decided that he preferred the balloon this way.
Oh well.

I really wouldn't have minded the bald balloon, but quickly
after stripping said balloon, he ran into the living room with it.
The balloon was still dripping with the flour and water goo,
and somehow he managed to cover at least 50% of the surfaces
in my living room.  Unfortunately, this goo dried like it is supposed to,
and my living room (including my couches) are now paper mached.
Here he is blaming the whole mess on his imaginary friend, Bobby.

On our way home from Ikea.  I't's a pretty good thing
our little man still has those cheeks.  Otherwise he might not
have anywhere to rest his head!

Last night about 10:30 I decided I needed a fish for my Primary lesson.
My sweet and amazing prince charming of a husband
went to Walmart without me even asking him and
picked us up a beta fish.  Logan took one look at him
this morning and promptly named him "Yummy Yummy."
I hope this is not a sign of things to come for this poor fish.

What happens when you ask Logan to smile.  Sometimes growls accompany it.
And the red stuff is strawberry... this kid has eaten almost 2 boxes of strawberries
in the past two days.

Logan loves to watch himself on video.  I took a little video of him talking, and after it was done, he wanted to watch more.  He calls himself "baby."  This is a video of him wanting to watch more video.  It was actually a pretty funny cycle, where he would watch this video, say all this again until we turned it on again for him, and then start in again with his "baby, baby, baby?" :)