Tonight I found a new activity for Brennan. I tied a string to two chairs and made a car transporter out of a toilet paper roll and a straw. How simple , but this entertained him most of the evening. He had to keep switching out his cars, to make sure they all had a turn. (I had to use a big blob of play dough, to help the cars from falling out, but that didn't solve the problem completly) I'm sure this will become one of his new favorite games. Whatever keeps him from destroying my house, right?
A side note: This morning we were going through Brennan's closest and I ran across a pair of PJ's that Aunt Kristen had given him a few months ago. Since they are summer PJ's I put them on the shelf for when the weather gets warmer, but when he saw the shorts it was love at first sight. He wanted to switch the pants he was wearing for them right away. We were going to the store a bit later, so I convinced that he wait till we get back. He agreed, surprisingly without to much of a struggle. But that boy has way too good of a memory. The second we got home from running errands, he ran straight to his room to put them on and he's had them on ever since. I guess the battle of what he wants to wear and what I want him to wear is just beginning. You may never see him match again, that is until he's married and his wife can dress him. He'll be hopeless just like his father!






















