The Boot Box

Dad got new boots. John got the box.

St. Valentine's Day Presents

A box arrived in the mail today, containing treasures for the cold, dark north.  John, as usual, was as excited about opening the box as he was about the contents.  He also got a piano a little while back, and while Rachmaninoff is still a few years off, the enthusiasm is there.

                              

OK, so less piano and more hat.

Taking arms against a pea of troubles

John, eating in his own inimitable style.  The fare is peas and beef.



The bibs are wonderful, Mom Ladew  - no green on the rug.

Probably shouldn't have left John to babysit...

Mom left for a sanity walk.  Hilarity ensued.

Sir Spitsalot

    John's new mode of self-expression, following in a proud tradition of mess-makers:

  Seems like words ain't worth spit these days.