J's mom is in town for Thanksgiving and brought T a bunch of Thomas the train engine stuff for Christmas. I don't know what it is but kids are hardwired to love Thomas. Most can't understand why we'd name our guy after a train, but they shrug it off as adult silliness. They figure it's like naming your kid after Jeff Gordon or some saint.
The reason he's getting this stuff now is because a week or so ago I took him to a toy store he'd never been to. And even though he'd never set foot in this place his eyes went blank and he went straight for the Thomas table like Lindsey Lohan to a baggie of coke. I had to pry Harold the helicopter from his sticky little mitts to much protest (he loves flying machines. I think helicopter noises were his first word). So tonight he got Harold and a little wooden scooter to ride around on, which he did, with Harold clenched in his little fist. We've set up the track with a couple trains on it for a morning surprise, should be super fun.
Also, I have pix of him. I just haven't had time to post anything. It's been a busy few weeks and I haven't really had time to shoot. Hopefully over the holiday so check back.
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