Logan is doing so much better and was actually happy to see me when I got home from work yesterday. “Ah-kis, Ah-kis, umma play!” <— translation: “Alex, Alex, I wanna play!” He was all giggly and happy this morning too. I guess he just needed a good night sleep and a couple of good meals. We took these photos on Tuesday afternoon in the backyard:

The bubbles were a big hit.

He couldn’t decide if he liked the hammock or not. He liked swinging, but he preferred to sit or stand instead of lay down. It was pretty funny.

 

I thought this series of facial expressions was hilarious. It kind of shows you how his mood was; all over the place.

He wanted to “help” with the push broom and was distracted by a passing helicopter:

Logan pretending to sleep… gotta love the fake snoring:


The boys are a few hours outside of Reno, Nevada right now after spending the night in Salt Lake City, UT. Bill was quite proud of himself telling me that they were in the middle of Nevada and hadn’t stopped at a casino yet. Hee hee. They hope to be in the Bay Area sometime around midnight tonight depending on how long it takes them to eat dinner and if they run into any traffic. I’m very impressed that they’ve done this in just three very long days. Yesterday Kristen and I both could hear the crankiness and exhaustion in our husbands’ voices. It’s been a long and tiring trip and I’m sure they’re all very happy to be on the home stretch.

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About wobetxela

Artist, mom, traveler, hiker, babywearer (for as long as they'll let me) and hobbyist photographer.
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