Alex had an epiphany the other day – he realized his red wagon from Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma Strunck was more than just a pull toy or a place for storage! For months, Alex has tried to pull the wagon around or has thrown all his balls in, then pulled up on his cute tippy-toes to pull them back out, but he’s never asked to go for a ride. Then, it was like a light bulb turned on, because all of the sudden he was pointing in and trying to climb over the side. Of course, there’s a heat index of over 100 degrees most days and he wants to be pulled around the cul-de-sac! Here are two pictures of one of his first rides. He was cracking me up because I put the foam block on his head and he just left it there. I bet people watching out their windows thought we were crazy!
 Where’s Alex? |  Say Cheese! |
I sent Tim to our storage unit the other day in search of my old classroom craft box and he came home with a few of his favorite Hess trucks from his childhood (he did bring the craft box, too). It’s fun watching Alex enjoy the same toys his Daddy played with as a kid!
Oh, Great-Grandma Workman – you were right! His hair is getting darker!!
 Alex loved all the blinking lights. |  Parking the police car. |
Where’s Alex?
Say Cheese!
Alex loved all the blinking lights.
Parking the police car.
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