I had this great post all worked out in my head,

but then I cleaned out the fridge, and I completely forgot what I wanted to say. So, I'll just post the pictures I took weeks ago that have been languishing on my camera. Nothing like Tuesday's meatloaf and eggs from June to ruin a coherent line of thought.

He's actually not going to be a lion for Halloween, but wouldn't it be cute if he were?


This is what he does if we say, "Smile for the camera."


He's super into shoes.


Bidding the pool a fond farewell-- clearly this was thrilling.


The artist at work


Little Gym-- and my favorite little smile


Mismatch


He really wanted to wear these flip flops-- kept bringing them to me and saying shoes, which sounds a lot like sheesh, which was totally apropos because he seemed exasperated until I figured out that he wanted the shoes on his feet, which took awhile because I think our coffee pot is breaking (!) because it's cracked a little and makes coffee that looks like tea and doesn't taste like coffee.


How old is Harry? Quick! Tell me before the shoadow monster creeps further into the frame.