So You Think I'm Fat And Androgynous?

This little horse was Phil's when he was little. Isn't that so sweet? It makes a great squeaky whinny when you move the reigns. We've had it for many months, but it's only been in the last few days that The Precious has decided to ride his trusty steed. And for some reason I haven't yet deciphered, he's started rolling his eyes back into his head when I ask him to smile for a picture. Funny guy.

He adores helping around the house. Unfortunately I didn't get photos of his assistance washing the pets on Wednesday. I'd give him a cup of water and he'd pour it over the unhappy beast with relish. Below you'll see him scrubbing the kitchen floor (in especially festive attire, I might add).

And here he's throwing something away for me - a big thrill. He's pretty good at distinguishing trash (huge wads of stuffing Shiloh has pulled from a decapitated toy) from non-trash (my shoes), but occasionally he'll really get going and start pulling things out of the pantry to toss.

He gets very agitated if he finds Shiloh's dish empty, squatting down next to it and grunting at me while tapping his finger in the bowl. I usually help guide the cup of food to it's rightful spot, but here I was too busy taking a picture. But hey, I got a good action shot! Look at that food fly!

In closing, I just have to share this picture I took this morning of Andrew wearing one of his new turtlenecks (thank you Nana!) Phil said he looked like he was about to grab his lunch box and head out to the first grade. When I told Andrew I wanted a picture, he just stood there staring at me with this stoic expression (well, first he rolled his eyes back, then he looked at me stoically). I finally got a hint of a smile, but this serious expression really amuses me.