Valentine's Day

When he got hold of the valentine balloon, he did what he always does with a new object: he examined it closely, then held it out in his hand and shook it up and down. You have to give everything a visual scan and then subject it to the shake test. When he let go of it, it floated to the ceiling, and he cried. A casual observer might think that he was sad simply because he'd lost his new toy, but I suspect that it has to do with the Earth's gravitation. Sometime ago he settled on the idea that when you drop something it ALWAYS falls downward, and this damn thing fell UPWARD. This universe continues to throw him curve balls.



Spud continues to reject the idea of global warming. It snowed again on Friday, 3 inches this time, and gosh darn it, it was 90 degrees just 6 months ago. Spud can spot a cooling climatic trend when he sees one. The climate scientists are clearly just totally full of it. Spud also rejects the idea that the Earth is a sphere because, duh, all the people in the southern hemisphere would clearly fall off. Hmmmm...unless...they are full of this helium stuff.



We had to lower his crib mattress. He found the exit.



That face is saying "He he, lookie what I found."