(another picture stolen from auntie emily, but i can't resist)we ain't no stinkin' matchbox 20 here, people, we're at least matchbox 200.
having a boy after being the mama to a little girlie girl is so different. i hate to blame it on gender but my little guy is so boyish. all on his own, he's discovered the beauty and allure of matchbox cars. and after realizing that he just loves them so much and they keep him so damn occupied, this feminist-geography-majorin'-mama is full on board, buying up the yard sale cheapies like they are going out of style. the older and crappier the better...i figured i better at least teach him to appreciate the vintage cars while i'm at it. cars cars cars, that's pretty much all you'll hear about over the course of the day here. we even went to a antique car show this past weekend, something that 1. i never thought i would do but 2. found highly enjoyable. cars cars cars. gotta love the cars.
in other news, gray looked up at my very seriously yesterday and stated:
"mama, i know i have a really deep voice, but i'm still a person." hum.
