A construction monster with a backpack.

He has discovered a "talent" for pulling the handle to throw stuff up in the air and catch it in the shovel part.If you look closely, you can see it in the shovel. 

 Our neighbors give us their random used stuff & sometimes there is something awesome like this Dr. Seuss backpack. Anderson & Dr. Seuss are pretty tight, so this is perfect. He loves to wear it & carry his tractors around in it.

Love how the backpack takes precedent over pants. He always says, "Bye bye, Bobble! I going to work. Wuv you!" Then he blows me a kiss. Precious. 

Skyping with Lily. Backpack-it's almost like Dora, I think.  The second Lily was on the screen, I could have left without anyone noticing. Seriously, I think we were having a conversation and I am positive it was never finished. The girl has that sort of effect on people. 

Insisted on bringing to to church to show Big Jesus. He calls Him that because one of our desperate attempts at keeping him semi calm in mass is to look for the big Jesus! Now, when we say prayers at night, he prays to Big Jesus. 

 In true boy fashion, Anderson is now moving into an obsession with monsters. He will roar (do monsters roar? growl?) at everyone. He loves his monster towel & I can actually get him out of the tub with no fighting using it, which is really nice. He acts like a monster all of the time now. His favorite kind of monster? Tickle monster!

Here is yet another reason why I love having a kid. I asked him if we should tie shirts on our heads and run around like monsters. He was pumped. 

 Dinner with Jpa & GG! How great does JPa look? All of his tests came back negative! (This is VERY positive...) Next step is the stem cell transplant and we know he is going to rock it out just like he has every other stage of this "situation". This is the best pic I could get and I think it is pretty good because they are both looking at the camera. Later in the evening, Anderson peed all over himself in his booster seat at Olive Garden. The place was packed so we provided a little entertainment for everyone as we literally had to force our way through the people waiting: the site of a 2 year old with an eyepatch and soaking wet pants repeatedly yelling at me, "It's a TRACTOR!" at the top of his lungs because I made the mistake of calling one of his toys a  front loader. I'm always there to mix it up a bit for Public.

Our pathetic attempt at winter this year was about 25 snowflakes. Gabbi really likes snow and was very disappointed.