Just in Time for Daddy to Come Home

Daddy arrived home today during nap time. It was none too soon for Collin. He spent all week growing up way too fast. It started with an insistence last night that he should most definitely be playing "barn" (which is how we refer to the game of inserting all of his animals through the front door and out the back at projectile speed) at the table. He even has started calling my chairs the "big chairs," or "mama chairs." So, I'm pretty sure he's all grown up. Still, look how cute his little legs look dangling from that chair. It's precious. Thank goodness Daddy got home in time to see him off to college. (By the way, that will be the Academy Aunt Roty, not OSU :)

And, more importantly, Daddy got home in time to stop this! I've tried to tell Daddy that Collin might, just might like a doll, but noooooooo.

Don't worry, it's not his. It's Gracie's. And, he'd only picked it up because Gracie dropped it and he was mildly concerned that the "baby" had been injured. When he realized it was, in fact, a doll, I think he was a bit disappointed with the whole situation; and promptly began playing with it like I'd expect any boy to do. He swung it around wildly and flung it as far as he could until her little plastic head thudded against the bench. Wahoo, look at her fly!

P.S. Poor Gracie cowering on the slide off in the distance. Doesn't she look afraid that her poor dolly is going to be maimed in this awful torture? Don't worry, she didn't cry.