Building Highways

I don't know about other moms but I go through periods where I'm concerned about some of The Boy's behaviors.

Repeating words over and over until I sing Abba Dabba Honeymoon louder than his chanting. Odd little jerks of his limbs. Gathering up all his wheeled toys — including the Headless Hippo — and laying them nose to tail along the floor.

I have this autism paranoia thing that frequently rears its ugly head.

And then I talk myself down.

He's a boy. He's 23 months. He's a boy. He's my kid. And he's inarguably Matt's kid.

So it's okay.

These are shots of the Highway of the Day. This is usually his first project after his nap. Until recently he hauled out all his books and made a road. Lately, he's preferred his trucks.

Since there are fewer trucks — including the Headless Hippo — than books. And since trucks — including the Headless Hippo — are more sturdy than books I'm okay with the current trend.

A slight bummer of a footnote: After seeing these pictures Matt thinks The Boy needs more trucks.