He walked through this puddle, stopped, then backed up so he could splash in it.
He thinks Daddy is funny.
Riding in the bucket swing.
On the bouncy seesaw.
Mommy and Lucas
Lucas found the handle to a broken shovel and spent a lot of time poking at the snow.
Crossing the bridge.
At the playground.
Watching a train brings out Lucas' serious face.
Watching the train go by.
Everything but the chocolate.
Mixing the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients.
Mixing the egg and the molasses.
Beating the egg.
Stirring the dry ingredients together until they're "all mixed".
Spreading butter in the baking pan.
He can't do it himself, so he lies down waiting for me to close the box.
Three flaps down.
Two flaps down.
Folding in the flaps.
Lucas wants to climb in the box.
Playing with his German car. "Dee doo, dee doo!"
Putting the numbers into the puzzle.
Reading by pointing to the words while saying the story.
I'd asked him to wait while I got ready to go outside.
Doing some work on the Jeep.
Looking at all of his fingers.
My happy boy.
Serious for a moment.
It's a wet day for playing in the snow.
A Warm Day in Fitler Square.
Our fire escape.
Piles of snow from the plow. (The farther pile of snow is what Lucas was sitting on in an earlier picture.)
Sitting on top of a giant mound of snow.
Laughing at Daddy throwing snowballs at Mommy (and missing!).
Throwing a snowball at Daddy. (Daddy told him to.)