Flying Flowers

Took the Boy to Magic Wings today, and oh, how he was entranced!  This was actually the third time he's gone.  The first was when he was just a couple months old and not really aware of much.  He did get a hitchhiker on that trip though. The second was with Grammie and Cousin Casper.  They had a great time, but we missed out.

The Boy was just as excited about going this time as ever and was off and running to find the next cool thing to point out.   He went from place to place to place pointing at the butterflies and saying "Flower!" 

He used to say something similar to butterfly, but I guess he lost how to say it - he does that a lot: grasps onto a word and says it fairly well, but then if he doesn't use it loses how to say it - or even if he does say it, sometimes he changes it.  So Banana, turns into Nana which means all things food from nursing to steak and eggs, turns into Nye Nye.  No idea how that happened.

Tiny T, who we met with his mom, Wordsmith, and the Boy had a great time together.  Mostly it was parallel kinds of play/exploring, but there were a few moments of bonding - specifically around this lizard of some sort, Porkchop.   Had it not been for impending hunger, an overdue nap, and an entire bus of camp kids, we could have stayed all day.