Snapshot of spring

We've been busy this spring. A new big-boy bed. Full sentences. A week in Chicago. A second birthday. A tricycle that he can't quite peddle. Made-up words, like choo-choo truck (read: semis). Trips to the zoo, the market, the riverfront. An 8pm bedtime. Lazy evenings in the backyard, digging for worms and throwing balls--sometimes into the hoop, more often over the fence. Skinned knees ("no band-aid, Mama!" he won't touch the things). Running. Jumping. More running. We built a fence in the backyard. Since the day Cass learned to crawl, most of his existence has been dedicated to plotting his escape. If there's a way out--from the straps of his carseat to the confines of our home--he'll find it.

Perpetual state of motion.

A rare sight: Cass sitting.

Cass' mower will cross four front yards, then trail behind him for another two.

Inspired by the throng of kids at Chicago playgrounds, Cass takes his first-ever ride down a slide on his tummy.

Happy second birthday with a dairy allergy: vegan cookies and soy ice cream.

Mischief in an empty flower pot and the mittens he refused to wear during winter.